Point Iroquois Lighthouse

Jay, Carl, Dan, Anne and I toured the Point Iroquois Lighthouse today. We had lunch on the way there at Pickles, a new sports bar in Brimley. Tuesday tacos are only a buck a piece there for lunch and are not too bad. When we crossed the Waiska River, its outflow into the lake was a huge plume of brown tannins, the result of last night’s heavy rain. At the lighthouse was a docent couple, who were dressed in period gab from some unknown time, at least to me. His story telling was also rather fanciful, involving ghost stories involving the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald and a small rock that had some pictographs written on it that were supposed to be 5,000 year-old Phoenician symbols that hid been found locally. The Phoenician had supposedly sailed to Lake Superior in search of copper. The markings looked like magic marker, if you ask me. I’m just saying. Near the end of our lighthouse visit a white cat brought a chipmunk in its mouth, to show off to the large group of tourists present. A lot of the kids were rather mortified at the sight. At first, I thought that the chipmunk was dead, but it was still alive and with the help of some human interference it escaped the cat’s claws, led the disappointed kitty on a protracted, but merry chase and eventually escaped into a tree. Much to the bewilderment and disappointment of the cat, who IMHO had been showing off in the first place.