On Wednesday of the week of our camping trip, the plan was
to take a ride up to the Keweenaw and make some purchases from our friends the
monks at the Jampot. My planning led me to believe it was a two hour drive up
there, so even with making a few stops we should be there by 11 or 12. Well, I
was sure wrong about that.
So it was after one o’clock before we got to McLain State
Park, where we ate lunch. But the Jampot was still waiting for us when we got
there.
I had hoped to drive around more of the Keweenaw, but the
road work and other delays had gotten the best of me. After one more look at Lake Superior, we were ready to head back to camp.
I showered and cooked supper. We were just sitting down
outside trying to decide if we wanted to make a campfire when we heard a
strange noise. The hubby was befuddled by it, but I knew right away what it
was.
1 comment:
Thank you, Chris, for sharing a bright memory of a beautiful sunny day with unexpected treats (and a few road blocks). May the fall be good to you.
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