|Driving north under cloudy skies|
|Miles of beautiful "nothing"|
|Dear little Grand Marais|
|Ellen Airgood at the West Bay Diner (trying on my new sunglasses)|
|and multitasking -- talking on phone and signing books|
Since H-58 is now paved between Grand Marais and Munising, we braved washboard (not as bad as we remembered from our last time, long ago) on the Adams Trail in search of excitement.
|Mosaic of lichens|
|the dear little harbor|
|light and reflection|
|changes at the hotel|
|calm mornings and evenings|
|Two-Hearted River (the real one)|
|Fall color was coming on strong by Wednesday|
|We remembered this old building in Trout Lake|
|Ready for camping?|
We came home to learn that a dear friend had died the day before we started on our trip north. The thing is, I was writing letters to her in my head every day that we were gone and planning to write and send a real letter when we got home. For me, she was alive during those days. Do you understand?