After a night of yet more rain, we were ready to go out for a drive, this time to Iron Mountain, Michigan with a return via Florence, Wisconsin. The latter was so we could visit the St. Vincent de Paul store where Gary finally was able to score a tea kettle. He wanted one for the cook tent. We drove by the buffalo farm at Fence. At one time the owner had yaks, too, but they were no longer there.
The rain quit and I was able to hike the length of the campgrounds. There was no one on the north side but a kingfisher working the shore and grumbling every time he missed his mark. It was the type of hike I love.
It remained cloudy until we were eating our tacos at the dinette when suddenly the sun came out for the first time in four days. "It's a miracle," Gary said, and so it seemed. It also is probably the end of our solitary stay here at Laura Lake. The weekend is coming and with it more campers if the weather stays like this. Up until now, we've only had to share the campground with one or two other sets of campers.
The worst case scenario is that someone shows up with four screaming children, three yapping dogs, several cases of beer and a penchant for littering. Once we had a guy who bragged to everyone about the generator he was able to get from a construction site. It was heavy duty all right, it sounded like a Harley. He kept it running day and night even though camp rules specifically state that generators have to be shut down by 10:00 pm. Not our kind of camping. Yes, we've had rain and mosquitoes, but we've had quiet. If Laura Lake hadn't been so cold, we could have gone skinny dipping.
Tonight the Gaulkes drove up from Mequon. We see them every year. Like us, they are nature lovers who appreciate the wildlife here. Last year, we walked to the osprey nest with them and there we found a pair of swans. They talked about birds that they now see at their feeders. The crossbills are new, they think because of global warming.
Tonight, with mosquitoes honing in, they came into our camper and we talked about what we had been doing over the winter. This year the bat houses Wayne constructed are full of those flying mosquito killers. They went to Ranger Kevin's wedding last October and had so much fun. Over the winter they went to Florida, I went to Mississippi, Gary was in Illinois. We talked about hikes we wish we could take but we've all grown old.
So our once a year friends are here, the sun will be shining, and with a little breeze, perhaps the mosquitoes will go away.
The rain quit and I was able to hike the length of the campgrounds. There was no one on the north side but a kingfisher working the shore and grumbling every time he missed his mark. It was the type of hike I love.
It remained cloudy until we were eating our tacos at the dinette when suddenly the sun came out for the first time in four days. "It's a miracle," Gary said, and so it seemed. It also is probably the end of our solitary stay here at Laura Lake. The weekend is coming and with it more campers if the weather stays like this. Up until now, we've only had to share the campground with one or two other sets of campers.
The worst case scenario is that someone shows up with four screaming children, three yapping dogs, several cases of beer and a penchant for littering. Once we had a guy who bragged to everyone about the generator he was able to get from a construction site. It was heavy duty all right, it sounded like a Harley. He kept it running day and night even though camp rules specifically state that generators have to be shut down by 10:00 pm. Not our kind of camping. Yes, we've had rain and mosquitoes, but we've had quiet. If Laura Lake hadn't been so cold, we could have gone skinny dipping.
Tonight the Gaulkes drove up from Mequon. We see them every year. Like us, they are nature lovers who appreciate the wildlife here. Last year, we walked to the osprey nest with them and there we found a pair of swans. They talked about birds that they now see at their feeders. The crossbills are new, they think because of global warming.
Tonight, with mosquitoes honing in, they came into our camper and we talked about what we had been doing over the winter. This year the bat houses Wayne constructed are full of those flying mosquito killers. They went to Ranger Kevin's wedding last October and had so much fun. Over the winter they went to Florida, I went to Mississippi, Gary was in Illinois. We talked about hikes we wish we could take but we've all grown old.
So our once a year friends are here, the sun will be shining, and with a little breeze, perhaps the mosquitoes will go away.
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