ABG exploration

Kids at sibley feature

We visited the ABG with the lovely B. It was kids Halloween costume day, along with many kid-focused activities, formal and informal.

Fountain focus

It doesn’t take much imagination to figure that many families burned through many pixels.

ABG ponyrides

I’m thinking there are few things more charming than an angel riding a pony.

Edible vs inedible

Backlit oregano

Meet autumnal oregano.

Hedychium coronarium ginger

And the white (not edible) ginger is in bloom.

Dylan NYorker cover

And Dylan (born Robert Allen Zimmerman)…superb B&W art chosen by The New Yorker for its cover.

Hone your eye

Bicolor leaf

The paleness along the veins of this leaf…stunning.

Boo Boo

Tar-zhay humor…better, I think, that the original (just a single BOO).

SO Ohio, v.2

Wagon in grain elevator

I was so surprised to spot the Conestoga wagon (or whatever kind of covered wagon it is) in the side shed of this grain elevator yesterday. So surprised I forgot to post it, I guess. See it, the arched white canvas(?) top with a red-painted wooden box? For parades and the like?

SO Ohio

Motor Inn eat

These photos are SO Ohio. As in both “very” and “Some Of.”

Evils garage

Perfect location for a Halloween horror house? Unused.

Cotton candy

We found several semi-tractors pulling other carnival rides and food vending trailers in a small town. Oklahoma plates. Unexpected.

Wind vanes n tractor

We saw lots of agriculture in action. For much of the summer, the action is slow, at the speed of plant growth. Today, we saw machines in fields, trucks towing equipment on the roads, and here and there joining the driver, a child standing in the large high cabs watching, watching.

It’s harvest and manure-spreading season. We saw gleaners with very wide maws that consumed soybean plants with regard to rows, and maize harvesters fronted by evil points to keep the rows separate and feed them into the core of the contraption. Different harvest engineering strategies. At one point, we drove by two miles of freshly manured fields, very odiferous.

Use your imagination

Lake MI view S

Our late-day escape put us down by Lake Michigan when the sun was low and the light was special. Lightly lapping waves…if it were only 30°F warmer….

Late dusk sky

Much later, I captured this combo of low light and bug-scabbed windshield. The moon was big, but all captures of that don’t do it justice.

Image day

Lake view

Much of today became about images to me. Our day dawned without dawn, just a lightening that followed rain in darkness. That’s Lake Superior, our witness throughout most of today’s adventures.

Patella xray

This is today’s most image-y image. That’s my patella, upper right, and I am told I have loose knees. One has been ailing, got a shot, and I think at least temporary recovery is in sight.

Thunder bay inn

Recently, I got my book club to read “Anatomy of a Murder” and see the movie. This is the tavern were the movie scenes were shot. It was a wing built onto the hotel for the shooting of the movie in 1959. The book is based on a real murder that happened in this town.

The stuffed peacock upper right is a nod to the present owners, the Peacock family. No peacock was on the menu.

Lighthouse BnB

You can stay at this lighthouse B&B. Prepare for a windy time.

Autumn maple

The sun was out (briefly) as we toured by this stunning maple.

Mushroom beach

Then we found what we called mushroom beach. Mushrooms peppered the forest floor under the (planted pines) and we even found them among the (planted) beach grasses.

Active ore dock

This is an active ore dock just north of Marquette proper, and quiet today. Last time we visited, there was an ore carrier docked but no loading happening.

Happy forks

We had a most excellent meal. The cheesecake with marinated cherries did not last….


And, then, appropriately in our rearview mirror, sunset….

To town

South lake view

I went to town today. This is downtown. Lake view…an empty tooth amidst a row of cottages.


Among the errands on my list was laundry. These are the facilities behind the “mat.” This may be proof that this community is really a village.

Poison ivy labeled

I recall posting a shot of this infestation when all was green. The PI is now assorted reds and oranges. The greens and yellows are milkweeds. Imagine how difficult a jigsaw puzzle with this mosaic would be to piece together.

It may not look like it from these photos, but the sun came out for long enough after my erranding that the sun porch warmed up nicely.

To the north

Tahq swamp at Danaher

We crossed this long flat stretch, marred by puddles crossing the road, knowing that the dribbles and currents they carried were waters of the Tahquamenon that evaded the culverts. We drove north, and it almost looks like it’s swamp all the way to Lake Superior; however, if you look closely, you can see the ground does ridge to the north. The swamp will end after maybe a dozen more big puddles.

Eagles Nest

Eagle’s Nest has changed a little over the years—and almost not at all, simultaneously. The bridge and cabins, yes, they come and go and are modified. The river—this is the Tahquamenon again—looks very much the same as in my oldest memories of this place.

GM Pickle Barrel

On up in Grand Marais (perhaps a corruption of maré, meaning sea, and transformed into marais, meaning swamp—which there isn’t here on Lake Superior’s shore, at least not a huge one), we once again beheld the Pickle Barrel House (on the National Register, BTW). This was a two-story home with a kitchen in an extension behind, built for Chicago cartoonist William Donahey, who drew The Teenie Weenies. He and his wife used it for a decade at its original location on Sable Lake, then it was moved to town.

GM food truck

Of all things to find in Grand Marais, a food truck! With “burgers” and “taco’s,” I kid you not.

Swan not singing

Turning homeward, we looped through the wildlife drive at the Refuge, and found this swan sleeping on one foot. We saw many swans feeding, often with a few ducks? (grebes? coots?) futzing around them. The latter didn’t seem to also be feeding, and we couldn’t figure out what the advantage was of hanging with the swans, close enough to sometimes annoy them.

Of dust bunnies and ear trumpets

Chihuly overhead

Somehow these delicate funnels evoke ear trumpets to me. Not that I’ve seen many ear trumpets.

“Dust bunnies” refers to the cleaning sprint we did. Where does the bunny-material come from? The AC filter? I’m mystified.