Superior Motel
Travel Blogs from Thunder Bay
Superior Scenes
... go again this morning. Today we drove from Wawa to just east of Thunder Bay. Today's scenery was lots of different kids of rocks along the highway (I'm glad I wasn't the one who had to blast through all that rock to build the highway!). Some was very white, some grey, some pale red and some almost as brilliant a red/orange as the rock in Sedona, Arizona. Trees changed from mostly conifers so a lot of birch and ...
Camping along Lake Superior's North Shore
... mornings. She decided the only safe place from their drilling was inside the sleeping bag, in between Brock and me, with her face buried under my arm. Not the most restful way to spend a leisurely morning camping, but we all managed to go back to sleep in the end.
We had another Katie-like creature come to visit our campsite – a young female deer walked right into our campsite twice, once in the morning and once at dusk. It seemed like other campers ...
Little Todd Harbor to North Lake Desor
... days. I’m worn out after six! But he’s looking pretty beat up himself. He’s thin, unlike many men we’ve seen on the island whose bellies weigh as much as my pack, and his face is gaunt and sweaty. I notice his arms, ropy with muscle. And his pack is immaculate, unlike ours, which have all kinds of things dangling off of them, like trash bags, water bottles, and dirty towels.
Though he doesn’t say so outright, it sounds like ...
Todd Harbor to Little Todd Harbor
... 8217;t think so and she agrees I have no clinical signs. She wonders if it isn’t the strenuous exercise causing muscle tissue to break down. The bottom line is that no matter what it is, I can’t worry about it as I’m more than three days from any medical help. I just have to keep on going.
We cross a dried streambed, balancing carefully over a couple of downed trees. At the other side, I’ve ended up in the lead. Soon I sense ...
McCargoe Cove to Todd Harbor
... spot I’ve seen on the island that isn’t at least pretty, if not spectacularly gorgeous. This very morning, we’d crested a ridge and were treated to a bird’s eye view of Otter Lake, and behind it Beaver Lake, and to the right McDonald Lake, and behind all of them Lake Superior, with Canada a dark gash on the horizon. Not all of the beauty is picturesque, but it is everywhere around us.
Eventually we find a good spot to stop and call a lunch break. ...