It’s our final day in the Upper Peninsula, and after the exertions of yesterday and the day before (canoeing and hiking) we’re a little weary. In fact, Karen’s wounded from head to toe. Literally. She has a huge blister on her little pinkie, and a giant mosquito bite on her forehead. (That’s a modest bite from a giant mosquito, not a giant bite from a little critter. Must have been the only place on her body she hadn’t slathered copious lashings of bug cream.
Still, we finally make it to the shores of Lake Superior – our fifth and final lake, into which we dip our toes.
Seeing all of the different lakes (with a couple of small ones for good measure) has been fascinating. First, to get our heads around just how big they are – we’ve said it before, but they really are like inland seas. And second, to understand how different they are, from the beaches of Lake Michigan to the industrial ports of Lake Erie and Lake Ontario, to the holiday cottage beauty of Lake Huron, and finally, the sheer natural splendour of lake Superior. Of course, we’ve only seen snapshots of each of the lakes, but you do get a feel for a different identity on each.
So we have a fairly easy day relaxing by our cabin on the (little) Au Train Lake, checking out a few bigger holiday villas around the lake in case we decide to come back with the kids, and taking a few shots of the local shoreline around the (slightly) bigger town near us, Munising, with its Grand Island in the bay.
Back at the cabin we relax in the sun for a while on the pontoon, only to be disturbed by one of those ducks. If you look closely you can see what’s riled him, ferreting along the shoreline just in front of our canoe:
Just as we’re summing up our reflections about Lake Superior, Karen notices the neighbour’s boat trailer. It’s Karen’s YouTube and Instagram name. Serendipity. Seems to appeal to the gypsy in her….
Seeing the world through the eyes of a Savage 