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Excursion to Lake Superior
You may not find this terribly rewarding unless you're included here, so this is a good time for casual and random browsers to turn back before they get too caught up in the sweep and majesty of the proceedings and can't let go.
Too much work -- it's summer holidays! Down tools.
29 August -- that's Cousin Rob with his camera on the Presque Isle Trail in the Porcupine Mountains Wilderness State Park, in the Upper Peninsula (U.P.!) of Michigan.
The Presque Isle River
Cousin Rob and the Presque Isle at low tide
Kristin and Elke speeding along the Presque Isle East Trail
Little waterfalls and little kettles in the rocks
The Porkies have the largest stand of old growth northern hardwood-hemlock forest in North America west of the Adirondacks
The dry branch of the river
A Lake Superior prayer meeting
The wet branch of the river
More kettle holes in the riverbed
The falls all have quaint "Indian" names, which are not memorable.
The wilderness authorities have been thoughtful and industrious: the Presque Isle West Trail back upstream.
More impressive in the spring
Time to think about Happy Hour
Unpacking at the cabins; Kristin on the porch of the Bunchberry cabin
The lake shore
A little relaxing before dinner
Elke and Kristin
Late afternoon on Lake Superior
Beer's almost gone, time to think about dinner.
Virtually the only restaurant nearby, down the road in Silver City. Bonfires, "smores", sunsets, and dogs are welcome.
And at Porky's Pub and Grub, you can pick up some of Walt's Crawlers.
In for a quiet evening of reflections, commentary, and painful belly laughs
Almost time to turn in
Ontonagon -- the northern end of Route 45 to the Gulf!
We're here in nearby Ontonagon for a great breakfast at Syl's café, and a look round.
The mines and lumber yards left the Upper Peninsula long ago, and jobs are very scarce.
We've still got the obligatory US flags on every damn streetlight, but not much labor to commemorate at the Labor Day Festival.
Signs for "Support U.P. logging and mining" are outside every house and shop. Everyone is showing support to somebody for something, presumably some kind of pending legislation, but since there's little to mine and nothing left to log anymore, one can only speculate.
Superior Video has gone south.
Rob and Elke have gone back to Wisconsin. We're sunbathing.
Results of a storm a week or two earlier
Squirrel Girl's more relaxed than she was a few years ago, when she wouldn't come out from under the bedcovers for three days.
But Squirrel is still in mourning; life without waiting on Cap'n Bob paw and foot.
Dinner at (aside from the AmericInn in Silver City) the only other restaurant with an alcohol license anywhere in the vicinity. "Welcome Hunters!"
In the Black Bear Lounge, the crowd looks rapt in private conversation, but actually they're watching the Republican National Convention on the television behind the bar. Hilarious.
Speaking of Black Bears, here comes one.
Dogged, and taunted, by a coyote
The coyote feigns indifference, and then makes a run in for a steal.
But it knows better than to push its luck.
More sunbathing; more mystery novels set in Rome.
We're off for a lakeside hike.
Driftwood. And Kristin.
The Firesteel River -- which at the moment is not actually reaching all the way to the lake itself.
Back to the cabin
More driftwood. And Kristin.
A portrait of a smoker in an Albert Camus pose
Summer in Wisconsin, 2012
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