Scott's Superior Inn & Cabins
Photos of Scott's Superior Inn & Cabins
TripAdvisor Reviews Scott's Superior Inn & Cabins Ontonagon
Travel Blogs from Ontonagon
... away from the dock, we all wave goodbye to Ranger Valerie. I’m pretty sure it’s part of the rangers’ job description to wave goodbye to the tourists. My can of ginger ale starts to roll across the deck, and it’s while I’m trying to figure out how to keep it in one place that I notice a green stinkbug on Julie’s jacket.
In the woods, this would be no big deal, but this bug is now in human territory. Julie ...
... Let’s go look for moose again.” Everyone agrees this is a good idea.
After hiking all of the Nature Trails twice today, I think I know them by heart, but I’m wrong and manage to lead us onto the Feldtmann trail instead. By the time we make it back to the area where Zan saw moose last night, it’s starting to get dark. We’re hiking along the top of a slope, and below us in the ravine we hear some ...
... the shelter trying to find the source of the odor. “I found it,” she says eventually, coming out of the shelter with her finger in the air. Back on day two of the hike, she scraped her finger when she fell, and now it is infected. “Want to see?” she asks, waving the gangrenous appendage in my direction.
“Ug! No! Get it away from me!” She just laughs and asks for the first aid kit.
“Let’s go to the store,” she ...
... there are two creeks about a mile and a half apart from one another just before you reach zone 20. Once we cross that second creek, we’ll be allowed to look for a spot to camp.
Like so much in life, it sounds good on paper, but reality is more complex. In a dry year, like the last time we hiked this trail, there might be little or no water in either creek. In a wet year, like this one, there are creeks that don’t appear on the map.
That’s OK because ...
I decide that this stretch is my favorite. We’re walking on the spine of the island, breathtaking vistas in every direction. Every so often, I blurt out, “that better be an airplane!” but neither storm nor deadly bolts of lightning materialize.
After lunch I start feeling a tad weary, so I pull out a secret weapon I’ve been hoarding: a bottle of 5-Hour Energy. I take tiny sips (Zan dubs this “10-Minute Energy”) because I ...