11/13/2025
Why do people buy into or move to Canada Creek Ranch? Personally, three generations before me purchased a lot from the Monteith Land Company that became Canada Creek Ranch in the 1930’s. It was begun as the blue-collar’s answer to a hunting club, with over 13,000 acres of beautiful, wild woods and lakes. The cabins slowly populated our Ranch, with most coming for summer vacations and hunting or fishing. It remains a quiet place of respite for many of us.
Quiet is probably a key ranch word, as we are away from the bustle of downstate, or even Alpena, Atlanta, and Gaylord. If you’re on one of the main trails, you may hear a car or side-by-side once every few hours, unless it’s the summer rush or some event is going on. Yet we continue to keep those roads plowed, brined, and graveled better than some of the county’s.
A hike on any day can revive the spirit, as the Ranch is very walk-able either out back, around Lake Geneva, or past the quiet cabins. So many bird species can be heard, and in the winter the air is just different up here. Our trees right now are shedding their leaves – we were lucky they even regenerated after last spring’s ice storm. Do you remember our heartfelt sorrow as we watched them groan and crack? Most of the cabins were miraculously spared, when all of nature endured the torment.
We should all be so resilient. I can honestly say that all members love the ranch for what it is, even with our menial grumbling that seems to arise every time there’s a change. We don’t always like changes around here. And many things stay the same as when my great-grandpa decided to build that log cabin. But our deepest wish is to keep the Ranch healthy and the jewel it has always been.
As the rifle hunters begin their quests, they truly know the value of our wildlife and the peace that comes from settling into a cozy, quiet blind. And when we look around, whether it is through the blind screen at a buck or visiting our gem of a Ranch House, there is a certain satisfaction knowing prior generations were here. Indeed, many hunting spots were “where my dad would hunt.” A lot of what ties us to this place are the countless family stories that begin “When my dad and uncles played euchre here…” “When mom would ring the bell…” “When my brother got us lost…” “We tracked that buck for five miles until…” Those who newly join appreciate that quality of passed down stories as they try to create their own memories with children and grandchildren.
“What is all this worth?” we ponder. When others spend small fortunes on vehicles, lot rents, Christmas gifts, clothes, and more, I get to look out at the glistening lake with aspen leaves gently shaking, listen to a loon’s call, smell the pine and cedars. I don’t think you can put a price on regenerating your spirit here.