This post collects photos from around the campsites.
Emma enjoying the night after arriving at Cherokee Lake.
Mom making pancakes stylin’ her Meadville-Lombard swag (sunglasses).
Plenty of time for hanging out in the hammock gazing at the wilderness.
Incredible beach at Frost Lake. Decidedly not frosty on this uncharacteristically hot day. The sand on this beach is a stark contrast to the surrounding rock. Amazingly, you could walk out probably 200 yards or more before it reached four feet deep.
The beach with the A+ campsite on the rocky point at the end of the beach. Imagine having this beach all to yourself all day!
Hanging out waiting for dinner.
Martin on KP duty.
The nightly ritual of hanging the food back out of the reach of (most) bears.
Finally, at the end of the day, some time around the fire.
Rather than a day-by-day account of the trip, I thought I’d break it up into themes. First up is “on the lake.”
The intriguing Cherokee Creek – it narrowed and became more boggy as you approached the portage. Lots of great bog plants along the way.
Sometimes there’s paddling out in the open lake.
Other times it’s more of a river.
Or a narrower river.
And even places just wide enough for a canoe to pass. (But no matter how narrow, beats carrying the canoe around.)
Another hearty stern paddler.
Looking south from a campsite perch on the northern edge of Cherokee Lake.
Looking south from a campsite perch on the southern edge of Cherokee Lake.
Before heading into the wilderness, since it is an eight-hour drive, it’s hard to get an early enough start to the day, so we stayed on the North Shore of Lake Superior the first night. As a bonus we got to have dinner with Claire.
Since we were close to the Temperance River, we took a short hike along the river.
Or in it, as the case may be.
All three kids were home this weekend before scattering to the wind again.
They did have time to construct a “three-story” hammock.
The garlic is looking great for May.
As are the potatoes. Of course, we are already eating spinach and lettuce.
Just a reminder of the great soil we have to work with!
A few shots from the joyful graduation from seminary in Chicago (four years in the making).
The whole fam, together for the first time in about 9 months.
The class, both honorary and real graduates.
Linda and the kids.
The spousal duo.
The dinner for the graduates the night before graduation.
First UU Chicago, home of graduation. A bit more “churchy” than many other UU buildings – this one is 175 year old and is in Hyde Park.
The inside of the church.
Linda happily in the procession.
With her major professor. Congrats to Linda!
A weekend in Chicago to celebrate Linda’s graduation, but first a little distraction.
The hotels downtown where$500-$900 a night, so we rented a condo in the West Loop. This is the view from the window at night.
and by day.
One stop was the Art Institute. Something for everyone – medieval armor.
A Sunday on La Grande Jatte never goes out of style!
Linda and Water Lillies.
Last day of mini-vacation before dropping Martin off for a week at Wolf Ridge camp in Finland (Minnesota).
How much fun is it to jump across stones on a tumbling North Shore stream?
Group shot on Shovel Point. A rare shot where father is the sharpest dressed in the group!
Kid shot on Palisade Head.
We absolutely lucked out and got a great campsite at Split Rock State Park. We happened to walk in just after a cancellation came in for one of the sites that you use a cart to haul all your stuff in, far away from other sites.
The dining room was ok.
But the view from the living room was spectacular, overlooking the lake and the lighthouse.
We headed down the hill to explore the lakeshore.
I’ve got the whole lighthouse in my hand…
This is a rather unfortunate composition of me against the lighthouse – Minnesota’s most photographed place, perhaps has never quite had this vantage point.
It was a wonderful night with the moonrise. Can’t decide if the close-up, middle, or wide angle views are my favorite, so all follow.
The Maintence Shop on the Iowa State Campus has brought the best upcoming acts for 40 years. Last night we saw the latest in a series of great shows in the small intimate setting. This time, it was the Lone Bellow.
Mark and Linda before the show.
We “double dated” with Emma and Jacob.
The Lone Bellow was a rare group that could alternately get the crowd amped up and vice-versa, could command complete silence, depending on the song. In the second song of the evening, the lead singer broke a guitar string and relayed a story he hoped not to share. At a show in Chicago last night, his guitar was ripped off. Now a guitar is a pretty initmate thing to a musician. He was playing his spare guitar, and now was down to 5 strings. Of course, the opening artist hopped up and offered his acoustic guitar – and he used it and a few songs later the roadie had restrung his guitar.
Instead of being angry, he said, he had to think that the guitar was going to lead to some great song that comes from the person who stole it. A nice, optimistic spin on the heartbreaking loss. At any rate, a video of the band follows.
I’m not sure what kind of a gang Emma is hangin’ out with at Iowa State.
Looks like they may be working on the next Breaking Bad or perhaps a secret space mission?
Emma played the good daughter when she said she’d come home from school Sunday afternoon to help us move 40-some chickens from outside to the freezer. It certainly kept the line moving much faster than it otherwise would have. Linda and Emma cut up all but about 10 of them for parts for quicker meals than a whole roasting chicken, but we left a few to roast or BBQ whole.
The plucker does an amazing job of taking the feathers off. A just-plucked chicken must be the model for a rubber chicken!
It’s nice to know where the chicken we eat comes from and have a year’s worth of chicken in the freezer. Especially now that the U.S. made it ok to sell chicken processed in China in the U.S. without having to reveal county-of-origin labeling laws.
I dropped Emma off at Iowa State today.
Even though school doesn’t start until next Monday, there are things to attend to, like setting up the room, getting books in order, trying out for Marching Band, and going through orientation.
She’s staying in Martin Hall (easy for little brother to remember). She’s got everything she needs, her purse and a box chock full of peaches! Let the adventure begin!
By chance, we stayed within a few miles of our daughters’ summer workplace. In fact, we could see the wind turbine at their camp from the balcony of our room!
The girls at Wolf Ridge looking inland (the opposite view looks over Lake Superior).
Self-portrait family shot.
Le Voyageur room at Wolf Ridge.
The small indoor climbing tower. I still think it’s great the girls wanted to work together this summer.
Here’s a view of our B&B cabin from the river. I’m standing on a rock island in the river and wasn’t quite high enough to see all the water over the rocks.
Linda and the “morning pages.”
One of the magical pools below the Inn.
Although we didn’t get a chance to use it, there was a fanciful wood-fired sauna! As if Dr. Suess wasn’t Finnish!
For a graduation present, we thought it would be good to throw Emma out of an airplane a couple of miles above the earth! Cynics among you may view this as a way to avoid paying for college, but the guide she tandemed with is a colleague of Linda’s, so we knew he would treat his precious cargo appropriately.
Getting ready. A purple jump suit is perfect!
The moment of truth!
Head first out of the plane. I wonder if it feels like birth is like?
Upside down, looking up for a while.
Freefall with the storms moved off to the east.
I can fly! Flap harder!
Getting closer you can see all the ponding in the farm fields.
Back to terra firma, almost.
Back to the soggy ground at the Boone airport.