This time we were heading for the Porcupine Mountains, situated on the Lake Superior border way off to your left on the map, bordering Wisconsin in that little corner.
It was a lot of driving, probably 15 hours to get there. And lots and lots of driving while we were there. Everything and everybody is at least 30-50 miles apart. It felt like one very long Sunday afternoon. While PH got in and out at various businesses I either sat in the car and read or got out and took a walk. Depended on how long he would be busy.
3 bald eagles, one just sitting in a tree on the side of the road ( !!!!!! )
FLOCKS of turkeys...oh, my, they were everywhere
of course, deer
met some really nice people
We listened to two Bill Bryson books while we drove: The Life and Times of the Thunderbolt Kid and laughed out loud, and One Summer and while we drove I knitted.
I read two books: Wonder by Emma Donoghue (she wrote Room) and The Orphan Mother by Robert Hicks
we drove over 1,300 miles
It was a really interesting week but it's good to be home.