Skara Brae Scottish Bed & Breakfast
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... a bit further south to Temperance River State Park and walked part of the trail down past the waterfall to the rocky shore line of Lake Superior. We drove back to Grand Marais and enjoyed a beer on a roof top terrace listening to a local musician playing his country music.
All too soon it was time to hit the road back to Thunder Bay after a great day out in the warm September sunshine.
... to Minneapolis was rather uneventful, very long. The kids were extremely happy about the DVD player as they managed a couple of Harry Potter movies and the boys resignedly watched Georgia's mermaid princess one too!
Unfortunately it took a lot longer to find our hotel than we had anticipated, always harder when you don't have a proper map. We were seriously rethinking not having data on our phones as we drove round trying to read the half ...
... with some lovely pictures.
Once the kids had been bathed and unwound they were put to bed.
The rest of us had a beautiful chicken dinner with lots of fixings. It was a rare treat to have meals cooked for me so i relished it. The fire was lit in the open fire in the lounge which added to the atmosphere. Before long it was past bedtime for all, all in all a very special day with close family and my sisters new one.
... asks Zan from the back seat.
“About thirty minutes.” We pass a sign on the right for Five Mile Rock. Just a hundred yards into the lake is a rock poking out of the water. It is neither five miles long nor five miles away. Weird.
“Didn’t you say there’s nothing to do in Grand Portage?”
“Yeah….” It’s not entirely true, but darned close. Grand Portage is a little town of about 500 people on ...
... the lake for a couple if hours. Calm seas greeted us with a gentle breeze cooling our faces as we paddled along the shore for several miles. A loon allowed us to drift within a few feet.
The girl at the campground desk had me outed she picked blueberries up by Seagull lake the other day and told us to look for an area where the granite sticks out of the ground. We passed several parked cars of blueberry pickets finally ...