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Yoho Lake Association
Yoho Lake Association – Who we are?
The Yoho Lake Association was formed in September 1991 by a small group of lake residents and property owners. Since then, it has grown to nearly 50 members. The Association has many goals, here are a few:
• Protect the local environment and safeguard quality of life around the lake
• Provide an avenue for discussing common issues
• Act as an organized voice when dealing with government and other agencies
• Inform our community about environmental and other matters
Some Links of Interest:
Yoho Lake Association Minutes > AGM-Aug-28-2016
Yoho Echo News > 2016
Yoho Lake Association > Yoho Lake Executive
Yoho Lake Association > Communication Strategy 2011
Yoho Lake Association > Community Plan Survey 2011
Yoho Lake Bulletins
Yoho Lake Scout Reserve
The Yoho Scout Reserve was established in 1951 when Ashley-Colter Ltd. donated the 146 ha property to the Fredericton and Area Scouts.
The Woodlot was cut over a number of times and in the early 1800's some sections were actually farm-fields! Remains of old rock walls and basements are reminders of that time.
The current objectives of the area are:
• To provide scout education.
• To preserve and enhance the natural ecology.
• To generate revenue from the sale of wood products through sustainable forestry.
Some Links of Interest:
Yoho Lake History
Submitted by Robert Guthrie
The origin of Yoho Lake is unknown. According to the Book “Geographic names of New Brunswick by Alan Rayburn” he speculates it may have been after an accident. A map of 1810 marks it as Yahoo. In 1837 in the journals of the New Brunswick house of assembly it is referred to as Yoho Lake.
Thomas Bailey who had held the position of surveyor and commissioner of crown lands in1820s, was not a general favorite in New Brunswick. Extravagance and ostentation were the features in character. With these characteristic traits, he took it upon himself to change the name to lake Erina. As late as 1901 it was referred to as Lake Erina.
Acton which lies just beyond Yoho was first settled by the Irish in 1842. Rayburn suggests that the area was “possibly named for John Emerich Edward Dalbert, 1 st Baron Acton(1834-1902). He was an English Historian and a proponent of Irish home rule”
The 1851 Census of York co. Listed the following families as living in the Yoho – Acton area: James Coffee, John Kingston, Charles Mclaughlin, Patrick Hurly, James Moody, Alexander Hood, John Pollock, Richard Davis and John Rosborough. All were farmers and Irish except for Davis who was an Englishman. In the 1878 Atlas of York Co. most of the families were still living in the area including now the Chessies.
The 1910 Directory of York Co. list the same families. Gilbert Dykeman, miller; Thomas Halfard, mechanic; and Timothy Stack, farmer were also listed as residing at Acton. Some of these family names are still to be found.
Submitted by Gwen Martin
Source: NB Journal of the House of Assembly for 1852 (p. cclviii)
"According to [local testimony], the discovery [of coal] consisted of a small quantity some years ago denuded in the bed of the [Northwest Oromocto] river, a short distance above the Yoho, and that it was wholly removed for Smiths' use, for which purpose it was found to answer very well."
"Smiths" in this case refers not to a Mr. Smith, but rather to the "smithys" or blacksmiths who used coal to fuel their hot fires to make horseshoes, etc.
Memories of Little Yoho Lake
By Gwen Martin
I first set eyes on Little Yoho Lake on 29 July 1987, two days after moving to my original Yoho Lake home. Over the next 19 years, Little Yoho has become my haven, place of refuge, and reminder of all we have lost and will continue to lose. It also has become a place of profound magic.
Almost every day between July 1987 and today, I have walked the trail to Little Yoho and descended down Chessie’s trail to the shoreline. Over the years I have seen sunsets that made the world stop in its rotation. I have watched a five-legged deer limp her way across the ice in February. With Sophie-dog, I have tracked a she-coyote, seeing where she peed here, sniffed there, laid down for the night beneath spruce branches. And I have heard a 145-year old pine shiver, then fracture in a furious winter storm before collapsing to the icy lake, inches from my head. Its upturned roots are still visible beside the old wooden bench.
In summer, Sophie and I waded along the marshy north end, finding flowers that grow nowhere else in New Brunswick. Pitcher plants live there, feeding off flies. We saw young otters swimming along the shoreline, snuffling at the smell of dog, their curiosity only barely repressed by a more common sense. That same area, in winter, offers the best of ice-skating when snow conditions are kind. You can weave through cattails and the ragged remnants of lilypads, past the old beaver home. And all the while you can see maple leaves frozen and lacy beneath your feet.
Bald eagles, loons, ducks, purple martens, kingfisher, warblers, bear, moose, deer, fox, coyote...all these and more members of our other Yoho community have made their way to Little Yoho Lake just to sit. Often I have stood there, hidden in the shadows of trees, and watched the creatures be quiet and contemplative. It felt as though we were in a church together, communing with the same increasingly besieged god.
After having to leave Yoho for nine months in 2005, I thought continuously of Little Yoho, wondering how the animals were doing, hoping it was being looked after, visualizing the sunsets over the cranberry marsh on the far side. Finally I was able to move home – that is, to a new home situated near the end of the road, closer to my haven. First stop after moving in: Little Yoho. Foolish to say, I wept on the shore, so intensely grateful to be back. It felt as though I could breathe for the first time in months.
It is now early spring. The trail to Little Yoho is being torn up by all-terrain vehicles. What used to be a quiet footway is now a freeway for motorized vehicles heading from nowhere to nowhere. Even the private path that passes by Mr. Chessie's camp to the lake has been traversed repeatedly. The delicately mossy forest floor is shredded and unrecognizable. It is heart-breaking.
But the lake is still there. The sunsets are still evocative. With any luck, the loons will return and the otters also. Perhaps the ATV drivers will tire of the trail and move elsewhere or come to see and regret the damage they are doing. Meanwhile, I and others of like mind will continue to visit Little Yoho each day, watching for signs of spring: the itinerant ducks, the thirsty deer, the earliest shoots of bunchberry and twinflower … and the quavering, ancient throat of loon.
Colline Bunker Hill
Colline Bunker Hill is located to the west of Little Yoho Lake. It rises off the lake level at Little Yoho at about 47.3 m (155 feet). About a 30 minute trek and you are close to the highest point in the environs at 61.0 m (200 feet) above sea level. The highest point on the Bunker is apparently at the old Critchlow Camp by his well. (Well it used to be his camp). The highest point in the lake watershed area is 68.9 m (226 feet), whereas Fredericton is only 20 m (66 feet) above sea level. This explains why we have our own weather at times. Sometimes it snows here while lower down in Fredericton it does not. It is surprising what only a few meters and a North Wind can do.
Bunker Hill has 11 camps located on her table top, there used to be 12, but one has since been moved down to Yoho Lake on the Jerry Chessie Road. The camps on Bunker Hill are mainly recreational or hunting camps.
Local lore has it that there were no red squirrels in Yoho, (and some say there are still no red squirrels), but there very nearly was when this Critchlow fellow bought a 57 Jeep in Silverwood. On arrival to Bunker Hill he discovered 3 baby red squirrels on the heater core. Caring as he was, he determined that their mother did not make the trip in the nest on the heater core. So there was a trip back to Silverwood to reunited the squirrel family. Not an easy feat back then.
There are a number of trails in and out of forested crown land between Yoho Lakes, Bunker and Beaver Dam in the east and the Tracy/Cork Railway Line to the south. (This is part of the New Brunswick Southern Railway , that goes up though Harvey Station on its way from Fredericton Junction.) These are crisscrossed by steams, brooks, swamps, meadows, cranberry bogs, blueberry barrens and beaver ponds. There is also crown land with similar features to the north towards Kingsclear as well as to the west towards Lake George and Harvey Lakes. This gives ample area for snowshoeing, cross country skiing or snowmobiling trails during the winter and hiking, horse riding or ATVing in the summer. As always enjoy and preserve nature for all to enjoy especially when using motorized machines by sticking to used trails. Ecosystems are fragile if abused, rewarding if cherished.
As a side note, the actual highest point in the area is on the Tower Hill near Harvey. From that point you can see all the lakes in the greater Harvey Lake(s) area except for the Yoho Lakes which are obstructed by the Bunker hill area. From the long gone wooden tower (Forest Fire Tower) on Tower Hill you could actually see the ocean in the distance (so they say).
Taking off from the Fredericton International Airport (YFC) you can actually see the Yoho Lakes and the Bunker rising from lower lands of the St. John river on whose shores Fredericton was built.
The Pig Road
This little piggy went to Newmarket...hence the name. It was the actual road used "to drive" the pigs to market.
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