As Mainship Many Moons continues her journey homeward through Lake Superior, we are reminded of the beauty and also the moodiness of all the Great Lakes, and this one in particular – the largest of the five. (Will I miss sunrise on the water? Yes. Yes, I will. Not so much the early wake-ups that make them possible! 😁 In midsummer in the north, that means well before 0600.)
We traveled through beam seas all the way from Whitefish Pt. to Grand Marais. That means this shallow-draft trawler rocked side-to-side for almost 7 hours even though the winds weren’t strong. Wind direction often counts more than speed. But we were grateful there was no fog, as it was heavy the night before, and took turns driving to limit the body-effect.
Tonight, though, as I sit on the beach in front of a suddenly-calm bay near Munising (it was blowing 14 knots just 30 minutes ago), those are just memories. More memories to add to a year of them… the year my life was directed by weather windows, a dream that became a goal, and the man who overcame odds to achieve both.
Photos and captions below of our return to two places we visited nearly a year ago as we embarked into the unknown. (Still blogging by phone, still out of good signal. I will add hot links to this post when able.)