2020 Camping Post #4 – What turned out to be our last day

            Sadly, this will be my last post from our camping trip to Michigan in July. As it turned out Thursday, the 23^rd would be our last full day and I guess I’m glad we made the most of it.

            We left the campground early and drove up through L’Anse and Baraga, past the Shrine to the Snow Shoe Priest. 

Hard to get a good picture of it from the road though. Hubby always calls him the Spider Priest as that’s what the monument looks like to him.   

         View of Lake Superior from L’Anse Bay.

            Driving through Houghton      

            And Hancock.    

             On to Jacob Falls.       

      And the Holy Transfiguration Skete Society of St. John, to buy cookies and other goodies at their Jampot Bakery.

The giant muffin was amazing. But unfortunately, the woman in line just in front of Hubby bought out all but three bags of cookies. Hubby was not happy.          

       Even Dino didn’t seem too happy.            

 We had lunch at a wayside along Lake Superior.            

Drove down by the Eagle Harbor Life Saving Station.            

 And got a good view of the Eagle Harbor Lighthouse.

Next stop was the Assinins Cemetery, which is mostly an Indian burial ground, so filled with many interesting memorials.

At first I thought it didn’t look very well taken care of it, but it dawned on me that actually it shows more respect for the earth, which would seem the Native American way of dealing with death, right?

      I took way too many pictures.

As long as I was on this sudden Native American burial ground trail, we next drove to the Indian Cemetery in L’Anse.

      Again, waaaay too many pictures.

    Like the previous cemetery, it appeared to be neglected, but in reality, I think it shows more care and love for the deceased than sanitized modern European-American cemeteries.

Returned to camp, ate, and went to bed, with plans for another full day on Friday. It was full all right. Full of a lot of pain and misery. If you haven’t heard about it yet, click the link here for the post of the sad story.

There’s always next year.