We met this guy, Roger, at a gas station. He and his wife were vacationing around there, pulling that little camper. He was pretty awesome. He showed Keith and I how to use this strange "Trike" contraption--we both tried it and it was apparent we needed more practice.
Catching grasshoppers :) I thought it was "cute" until I saw he was doing it to feed them to the spiders along the building... oh Keith! hahah He's been doing this many years...
Picking blueberries along the road-- there was beautiful forest through this part! And the blueberries, so many and SO delicious! We ate tons and filled a water bottle for later.
Keith's across the road, picking berries.
We camped in a different kind of park this night-- this was the "Black Bear capital of Ontario." There were signs proudly proclaiming it. The bar/ gas station we stopped at in this tiny town had tons of bears in it, stuffed and mounted into ominous poses. The bar owner kept saying things like, "the bears aren't on a diet this time of the year!" Awesome, just keeps getting better, I thought. I wanted to feel a little more secure that night so we went somewhere that had some fences and lights.
We stopped in at an auction that was going on somewhere along the little back road we were on. It was a fun cultural event to witness! There were quite some characters there :)
We found this nice spot to camp on Lake Superior.
Cool ride this guy built, eh? A tractor/ motorcycle?
This was just a funny lunch stop where Keith spilled Chocolate milk all down my front (he'll say it was me, but it was really him). The funny part, even funnier than the cob of corn Keith tried to force in my mouth as I was drinking chocolate milk, is that I didn't have anything else to wear for a few more days and had to go around looking like I had drooled all down my shirt.
We stayed at the Bishop's house in Marquette, Michigan that Sunday. His family was awesome--we did our laundry, took showers, slept in a nice warm bed surrounded by walls, and had an awesome feast of Korean food his son, Ian, just back from his mission there had made!
Keith and I couldn't resist stopping in at the Skier's Hall of Fame and Ski Museum. It was so fun to look at all of the beautiful old, old skis from the Nordic countries and to see how the immigrants to America brought the tradition with them and how it evolved to what it is now. It was a really well-done museum! Below is a display of the "birchenbiekers" (or something close to that..) the "Birch legs" --Norweigan warriors who would wrap their calves in birch bark to protect them from the cold and snow. Note the baby around his waist. There is a tale that the royalty of Norway sent these birchenbiekers on skis to a distant city to protect the infant prince from impending intruders. Looks like Keith and Arnoud out Ptarmagin hunting in Svalbard.
This is Keith up a very tall tree.
Nice little camping spot in another roadside park.
Chief Powhatan
We had a vegetable craving.
Pasties!!!!!!!!!!!!! We saw a ton of places to buy pasties on the U.P. and finally stopped to get some!! (For those who don't know, my family likes to make pasties--it's a mining tradition from our ancestors and no one usually knows what they are). Because of the copper mining heritage here, they eat Pasties!!!!!
A miner eating a pastie for his lunch. I like the candle on his hat.
We stopped at a Huge rock shop and had fun marveling. I love rock shops.
On the Keenawah Peninsula--very beautiful. After much, much, much deliberation we're headed out toward Copper Harbor where we will take the ferry to Isle Royale and happy about it!
"Tenting" in Copper Harbor.
Waiting to see if a place will open up on the fully-booked ferry to Isle Royale a day earlier than our reservation so we could have three days to cross the 50-mile island on foot instead of two :) Enjoyed a wonderful breakfast of very expensive Cheerios on a perfect dock on this glorious morning. Geese kept coming by two by two and just staring at me (one even looked at me and opened it's mouth) waiting to see if I would give them Cheerios. I didn't. I kept them for myself.
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