Tuesday, July 28, 2020


Not me, of course. My idea of camping is sleeping in a bed with only a sheet instead of a sheet and a blanket.

Eli 18.11 went "up north," as reported last week, for a few days of camping with a friend. He sent me a picture of their campsite:

The campsite manager told him that they had accidentally reserved the best spot in the place. This is the kind of thing that happens to Eli all the time, so no surprise there.

The next day, they decided to go on a six-hour kayaking tour. To relax. This is also not surprising.

That's a famous view, and (of course) I've forgotten its name. It looks pretty fantastic, though.

Back on land, the oldest lighthouse on Lake Superior, originally built in 1849 (and partially obscured by the old building):

They also made it by The Great Lakes Shipwreck Museum, located on Whitefish Point (also known as the graveyard of the Great Lakes). Here's the bell from the Edmund Fitzgerald:

Tomorrow: the strange story of the tree.

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