The Great White North: A Pictoblog Part II

Here’s more pics from the trip. These are mostly from the town and the camp and around.

Walls of Water.
Mom Q has her tomatoes in these things so that they don’t go all tomato-sicle on her. It’s still pretty nippy up dere eh. They have tubes of water which warm up all day and keep the plant from freezing at night. They also serve as a landmark for her daughter-in-law who still can’t figure out where exactly the house is if the bug isn’t parked on the street. Heh. Of course part of the problem could be that the Qs insist that their house is green when it is, in fact, yellow. Albeit a funky yellow that looks like it might have had an itty bit of green mixed in with the paint at one point in time, but still yellow. Is too!

Ore Docks.
These beasties are the coolest. There is a defunct lower harbor dock and a working upper harbor dock and it took me the longest time to figure out which was which. DQ took pity on my obvious moronity and pointed out that the lower harbor dock, which is no longer used, does not have a rail road track attached to it anymore. To which I actually replied “So?” Heh. So…then how do they get the ore to the boats if there is no train track? Well? Wasn’t that one of life’s more embarrassing “Oh yeah” moments, but at least I can figure them out with a glance now. This one is upper harbor. OK, duh since there is a boat there but you never know. I love these things, they are huge!

Here’s a boat and the dock for more perspective. That’s one of the big freighter boats too. Last year we saw them loading a boat (the ore is dumped from train carts at the very top down each one of those chutes into the hold of a ship) and it was incredibly loud. Still cool though. I think this ship is unloading, or something, because it was using the onboard crane.

When you go up north, you gotta stop here and get you some whitefish fresh from the lake. TheMan is always going on with “Well, I wouldn’t get the whitefish at (insert downstate inland restaurant). I mean, you can but eh. Now, up north is where you go for whitefish.” Everytime we go somewhere that is NOT up north I feel this twinge of guilt when I think “Hey, garlic crusted whitefish, how tasty!” because immediately afterwards I think of TheMan doing the whole “Once you’ve had fish fresh from the lake” routine. But when we go up north, by gum, I make sure we try our darnedest to stop by Thills for some tasty fresh whitefish. We got us some fillets and grilled them up on Saturday and you know…

(TheMan is right! Mmmmmmm)

Camp road…
races sing this song, do dah, do dah.

Or in a more realistic vein: C-c-camOW! road-d-d races sin-OW this s-s-song-g. That’s a road, not a river although there is a river that happily burbles down the road. It’s rustic, in a word, but pretty much driven down to the rock so the lakes that you have to drive through every here and there are only a foot or so deep. It also explains the stream, which is really water trying to seep into the ground, which it can’t because the ground is rock, so it has to burble along until it can find a place that it can seep into. Like, say, Lake Superior. The part of the trip that isn’t more like boating than driving is mostly jouncing hither and thither from bump to bump. This, everyone, is a seasonal road.

The camp is a cool two story A frame deelie at the end of the road of marine oblivion and right close (but not so much that the ice can drag it out into the lake) to the shore. Back in the day it was a haven for poker players but then the Qs bought it and have turned it into something a whole lot cooler. Over the years Dad and Mom Q have put in a ton of time and work and now it’s almost like a semi convenient home on the lake. Semi convenient only because you have to run the generator to flush or shower and since the well is too shallow (I think) you can’t drink or wash with the water it draws so everything is done with bottled water. Other than that, most everything runs on gas including the refrigerator, two or three lights (which are the BOMB I tell you) and the oven/stove. It also has a really boss stone fireplace which, when finally heated, will keep the camp warm for hours and hours. YAY radiant heat!

It’s so fab that even the bats like it!

This little fella clambered in through an eves vent we think and was having all sorts of fun flying and swooping about until the big two leggers tried to shoo it outside. Bats crack me up, they are so gangly walking around you almost have to feel sorry for them. Look at the poor little fella all knees and elbows trying to get up the wall. They are much more graceful in the air though and after we got him out we took some pics of him flying.

Here’s the Lake Superior shoreline. A lot of it seems to be rock as far as the eye can see. Two years ago we went walking along a beach which was sand (until it butted up against rock a ways down) and the harbors seem to be sandy but other than that there is a whole lot of rock. It’s rather wild looking, I think, and quite the adventure to walk on. Especially for anyone with muscularly challenged ankles.

I took a snap of the water’s edge where the rock I was standing on dips under and then up for a breather further out and then, presumably back under again to who knows where. It’s pretty weird to be out on the shore and see rock as the lake bottom but here it is not that uncommon at all. I guess I’m a warm blood, what with my sandy expectations. Oh yeah, and the lake is COLD too.

Last year at the booniverse: Oh yeah, and learn to BS with style and sincerity. It’s the most valuable skill I came away with in college.

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