More Photos of Our Trip to the Big Woods

Sorry to keep torturing you. It's like the proverbial "vacation slide show", isn't it? The good news is that you're not a captive, and if this doesn't interest you in the least, you don't have to look or read.

On the last day of our trip, we took a trip up to Black River Harbor in Michigan (UP). This is along the shores of Lake Superior. We did a little walking along the piers to check out the boats, then visited the beach briefly. Afterwards, we picnicked on the grounds before suiting up and going back to the beach. To get to the beach, you need to cross this bridge then follow the path for about 1/4 mile.






Before we got our suits on, we dipped our tootsies into the frigid waters. It was a scorching 89 degree day, so the cool water felt wonderful......up to a point. Any water touching parts above the ankles felt like swimming in a glass of ice water. I managed to submerge up to the top of my legs, and that was about as far as I could stand it. My hat is off to the others who went up to their chests or under the water.

One thing that I noticed right away is how gorgeously clear are the waters of Lake Superior. It looked clear enough to drink (although we didn't), unlike any body of water around where I live in Illinois.

Miss Charlotte cools off on the shore

You'll notice a lot of rocks on the beach. Plenty of rocks along the beach and about 10 feet into the water. Once past that, it's a sandy bottom (I don't know this for certain, but I'll take the other's word for it.) We took a bag of rocks back with us - they all look so brilliant and sparkly when you pluck them from the crystal waters, but when dry aren't much to look at. Makes me want a little waterfall/pond in our front yard just so there's a spot to put all those rocks, worn smooth from years of being in the water.

Another interesting thing - it's apparently illegal to take the drift wood from the shores because it's technically Canadian wood that has drifted over. No one was sure if the Canadians come over periodically to collect their prodigal wood off the beaches, but we left it alone other than using the logs as benches to sit on.

Who doesn't love a good 'ole fashioned camp-fire?

Doesn't everyone eat leftover pizza at a camp-fire?

The, uh, facilities at the lake where we went fishing :-)