Tuesday September 9, 2014
What a beautiful night last night. Through my bedroom window, I saw a full moon
shining on the lake, with the water shimmering below. Every time I woke up, I looked outside to the
various phases of the night, and all were beautiful. But I didn't dare take out the earplugs to
listen to the waves... I couldn't let
the snoring in...
Houston, we have a problem... while we were readying Hannah,
Spouse could not get her to lift her front end to attach her to the
trailer. He had to manually crank her up
(he is now buff!). He got her
attached. What is wrong? Dr. Brown probes, thinks, looks. I can see the smoke rising from his
brains. He ultimately tightens a battery
cable. He thinks this is the problem but
won't know until we run a while and see if it is charging. So, we had been contemplating continuing west
to Winnipeg, then south, but we thought it better to head south to the US. There is a Camping World near Minneapolis,
and we need a new window and a this and a that too.
It starts to rain.
Will our temporary window hold?
We still have a few dollars Canadian, so we put it to use by buying
gas. We get several beautiful views of
the lake, and once we get onto hwy 61, we see some of the most beautiful
scenery on the trip. There are rocky
buttes that are heavily wooded, with meadows and wildflowers still in
bloom. We didn't have our camera handy,
but I don't think it would have done any justice to the scenery anyhow. As we approach the border at Grand Portage, Minnesota,
the road construction is horrendous. We
can see the border crossing, but we are stuck... Finally we can go, we cross
the Pigeon River and re-enter the US without incident. We are now on Central time.
We decide to stop to eat in Hannah. There is an old fort here and it is part of
the National Park Service. We take a
hiking trail to the top. It is only 1/2
mile up, but it is pretty steep. Spouse
is pretty good for a while, then the whining begins. He makes it this time. I wasn't really prepared for a real
hike. I only had my Tevas on but they
held ok. The summit had breathtaking
views of Lake Superior. We hiked down to
the fort, where Spouse joined a tour. I
went to the visitor center.
This town was a major part of the fur trade in the late
1700's and early 1800's. Canoes were
used to ferry goods down the Pigeon River until they had to be portaged the
final 8 miles to the fort, where they could go out onto the lake. The ojibwe, French and English all happily
co-existed. Then those pesky people from
the new United States changed the border north of Grand Portage and the trade
was moved up to Thunder Bay. Can we ever
leave things alone... There was a great
movie I watched... then I tried to get up and leave... What's this? OW! Oh
Crap!!! Seems like I strained a groin
muscle. I am walking like
Frankenstein. OW!
And when Spouse gets back, he is nearly crippled! What a fine pair we are! But Rudy is good... Since we spent so much time at the Fort area,
we decided to stay right down the street at an RV park at a marina. I would love to go look at it and maybe rock
hunt, but I can't walk... oh well.
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