When we first arrived at the cabin there was a bumper crop of sandpipers and frogs. The beach is bookended with two creeks that drain from the cedar swamp behind the cabins. The frogs inhabit these creeks. The frogs were quite plentiful through the wedding, but about the time that a kingfisher appeared on the beach, they disappeared. Likewise, the sandpipers were also quite plentiful, but their young soon fledged and flew away. I hadn’t seen either species for days, but today I saw one of each. The sandpiper flew off from the beach embankment and we found the frog surfing in the waves.
Our copy of “Perfect Match” by Jodi Picoult had showed up on the deck when we returned from our walk. Book World on Ashman is closing. Another victim of Amazon. I guess our order didn’t help. The biblioklept in the family snatched up the novel, so I guess I’ll have to wait until tomorrow when she’s done. She did offer to share, with dueling bookmarks. I suggested golf etiquette, where the person furthest behind is waited for until they catch up. That didn’t happen.
[SPOILER ALERT] About halfway through the book is a page of jokes that Anne shared with me and I will share them below the photo.
- What is the middle of a jellyfish? A jelly button.
- Why didn’t the skeleton cross the road? It didn’t have the guts.
- Why did the cookie go to the hospital? It felt crumby.
- What do lizards put on their kitchen floors? Reptiles
- What do you call a blind dinosaur? An I-don’t-think-he-saurus
- Knock, knock. Who’s there? Sadie. Sadie who? Sadie magic word.
We did our annual trip over to Tahquamenon Falls. Our Prius turned 100K on the drive over. First, we drove through the park. Our destination being the Brick Oven Bakery. They have a land line, but are otherwise off the grid. We bought two loaves of sourdough bread and a cinnamon roll. After our purchase, we hung around and discussed all manner of interesting things, like the weather. 😉
We were delighted to find that the proprietor is no fan of the orange menace or any of its ilk. On our way through Paradise, we saw two road signs, “Impeach Trump” and “#Resist”. So, even here in the heart of Trump country there is dissent. After this week’s treasonous Helsinki debacle, I can only pray that all true patriots rise up in protest of this Russian toady traitor of a president.
We headed back to the upper falls, snagged a cup of coffee and enjoyed our cinnamon spoils. Then it was off to the falls. We started with the gorge overlook, which is down river from the falls and a path that we had not yet traveled. As we were about to descend, another tourist announced to the world, “Well, that was a waste of time!” I couldn’t disagree more. It was an excellent boardwalk and newer than the brink overlook that we’ve traversed many times. The view may not be as spectacular as at the brink overlook, but it was good.
We descended the brink overlook next and then it was time for some lunch. We headed back to Paradise and Fresh Coast Café for a little something. It was mid-afternoon by then, so Anne and I split their Superior chicken salad sandwich. On the way back to the cabin, we stopped at the Dancing Crane Coffee Shop. This is easily the best coffee shop in the Soo area. We bought a bag of beans and a cup of joe to go. Then it was back to the cabin, where apparently wind and wave had blown all day, meaning that we didn’t even miss a beach day by leaving.
Anne and I walked the beach this afternoon. As soon as I popped out of the woods, I spied a flock of mergansers and more importantly they spotted me too. They were directly in front of the cabin and before they got too far away, I got several el primo pics of them. I liked this one the best, because it doesn’t look like they are swimming away from me and you can see them in profile. There were actually about a dozen of the babies all told, but with of the combination of their fleeing and the intervening bouncing waves, I only managed to capture half of them in this photo, six babies in the frame are better than twelve out of focus.
This morning, Anne joined Gina and Dashie for yoga. I stayed at the cabin with the Units. Doesn’t cook. Won’t bite. In-between Harry and Gene’s morning ritual I snuck into the kitchen, heated some water and toasted a bagel. The water was for a cup of Starbuck’s instant latté (Val, thanks for the steer!) and the bagel was a Thomas everything bagel, which I slathered with whipped cream cheese. I made my escape again to the sleeping porch, with no one else being the wiser.
This all reminds me of a story that I would like to relate here. Year’s ago, when I still worked for a certain defense contractor in Saint Louis, which had decided to institute random drug testing, one of my buddies at work, who had gotten on the outs with the department manager, who had the authority to order these tests. My bud was “randomly” chosen trice and passed all three times. I too had my run in with this guy and soon enough it my turn in the barrel.
I reported to the nurse and obligingly peed in a cup. A few days later, I was again summoned, “Sir, your test came back positive.” “I can explain, I had a bagel for breakfast that morning, which had poppy seeds on it.” “Sir, I’ll set that excuse aside for the time being. While, poppy seeds might explain the opioids that we found, they certainly don’t explain the crack or meth.” “But m’am, it was an everything bagel.” 😉