A Road Less Travelled

We returned safely Saturday evening from our stay by the shores of Gitche Gumee, otherwise known as Lake Superior. It was a lovely stay– a little bit chilly, with plenty of trees and a deserted beach. We went out on a sunset cruise on the the lake, which was downright cold, but I really enjoyed it. I’d never been out on any kind of boat before, and there’s something about standing in prow of a ship with my hair blowing in the wind and the water stretching out to the horizon that made me not mind too badly that I was slowly freezing to death. (Slight exaggeration: I’m told it was 46 degrees not counting a serious wind chill factor.)

We also spent some time on the beach with the Evanses, and discovered that it takes only a few people to move ridiculously large amounts of sand with their bare hands if they are either a little crazy, very determined, or both. I don’t actually have pictures of any of our sand creations, but I think they have a picture of the dam we built. See, there was this little creek flowing down the beach into the lake, and we thought, hey, it’s only five feet wide, if we had a shovel we could probably block that off… And the rest, as they say, is history.

There is more I could write, but now I should probably be off to unpack and do some laundry before the sand becomes a permanent part of my jeans.