The Fireside Lodge in Spirit Lake, Idaho
 has permanently closed.

 

Built in 1907, the three-story 6.000 square foot building started as the Panhandle Lumber Company office. 
In 1945 the building was moved using teams of donkeys and telephone poles n trees as rollers and became the Fireside Lodge.
Rod Erickson began playing music in the Fireside in the 1970's to the areas delight.
In 1989 Rod Erickson and his wife, Nancy acquired the building and subsequently ran a Bed & Breakfast, gift shop, restaurant and
a RV Park until 2012 when the site was acquired by the Spirit Lake Urban Renewal Agency in 2012.

The site is now a lake side park under the city of Spirit Lake with a paved parking area, restrooms and beach access.


 

Rod and Nancy wish to thank all their loyal friends who have joined them at the Lodge over the years and invite you to Rod's website

It is with sadness that Rod Erickson passed April 14, 2014 after a short fight with brain cancer.  His music still lives on.

  

www.roderickson.com 


The Legend of Spirit Lake

And now when the spring winds whisper
     And the moon with its silvery hue
Illumes the lake with its brightness
    You can see a dark canoe.
Two shadowy forms are within it
     Two faces that seem to smile.
''Tis the maid and her Indian lover
     Returned from the Spirit Isle.

So ends the Indian legend that the mothers
     Tell their children
Of the days before the white man came to
     Live beside the waters
Of the crystal lake that nestles in the lap
     Of tree-clad mountains,
How this lake once called Clear Water
     Came to be the lake of spirits.

Long ago beside the waters of this lake
     Of crystal clearness
Lived a tribe of peaceful Indians, few in
     Number, very gentle.
Governed by a loving chieftain and his
     Daughter Hya-Pam.
Fair was she, the fairest maiden of a tribe
  Renowned for beauty.   

Long her hair, and like the blackbird,
     Changing color in the sunlight.
Brown her eyes and soft as starlight that
     Reflects in deep, still waters;
And her voice was as the singing of the
     Meadowlark at sunset.
Or the cooing of a ring dove at the spring-
     Time of its mating.

And this maiden loved a young brave,
     Loved a playmate of her childhood,
Who was tall and strong and slender as
     The pine trees on the mountain,
Proud and graceful as the eagle, fleet of
     Foot as any red deer.
And this young brave loved the maiden and
     Their hearts were filled with gladness.

So their vows of love they whispered in
     The moonlight by the lake shore
Pledged their vows of love eternal to the
     Gods of youth and gladness.
And the little spotted mule deer, unafraid,
     Came out to see them,
And the wild fox and his new mate ran
     Before them through the forest.

Now beyond the sheltering mountains in
     The land toward the sunrise
Lived another tribe of Indians, fierce and
     Warlike in their manner.
And their chief was old and feeble, bent
     And bowed from many winters.
But he thought himself a great brave and
     Would wed Hya-Pam.   

So he sent to them a warrior, with a message
     To her father,
Saying he would wed the maiden or make
     War upon her people,
Who knew not the ways of fighting and
     Were few beside his many,  

Saying he must have his answer ere
     Tomorrow's sun was setting,
Ere the twilight made its shadows on
     The lake of crystal water.

So to save his peaceful people from the
     Wrath of the old chieftain,
Father of the Indian princess sent the
     Message by the warrior,
That the maiden Hya-Pam would be glad
     To wed the chieftain
From the land toward the sunrise, from
     The land of many warriors.

How the maiden and her lover pleaded
     Long before her father,
Pleaded for their youth and loving, pleaded
     That their hearts were breaking.
But the old chief sat in silence, saying
     Only "I have spoken."
And they knew that it was useless, so
     They spoke with him no longer.

From the land toward the sunrise came
     The Old chief and his warriors;
Came to claim the lovely maiden bringing
     Gifts of furs and wampum
Bringing meat, and nuts, and berries, to
     Make feasting at the wedding.
And a bridal robe of doeskin for the
     Princess Hya-Pam.

Then the cooking fires were lighted and
     The deer meat hung above them;
And the youths and maidens gathered to
    Make merry at the dances.
And the oldmen and the children gathered
     Flowers for the wedding;
But the hearts of Hya-Pam and her lover
     Brave were breaking.

While the old chief sat in council in the
     Wigwam by her father,
While the youthful braves and maidens
     Sang and danced around the fires,
Hya-Pam and her lover slipped away
    Towards the lake shore
To the spot above the whirlpool, where
     Their vows of love were spoken.

And the white moon high above them
     Made a pathway on the water,
Made a path of shining silver leading out
     To the Great Spirit
And the soft winds in the tree tops told
     Them to walk out upon it
That their vows might be unbroken, that
     Their love might live forever.

So they bound their hands together with
     The marriage chain of rushes
And walked out upon the moon path to
     The land of the Great Spirit,
And the lake of crystal waters took them
     Quickly to its bosom.
And the whirlpool closed above them,
     Making many silver circles
That grew wide and ever wider till they
     Vanished in the shadows.

And now, when the spring winds whisper
     And as the moon with its silvery hue
Illumes the lake with its brightness
     You can see a dark canoe,
Two Shadowy forms are within it,
     Two faces that seem to smile.
''Tis the maiden and her Indian lover
    Returned for the Spirit Isle.