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This day was mainly a travel day to get us from Glacier to striking distance of Mount Ranier, but to break up the monotony of the drive we stopped to spend 90 minutes at the Crystal Gold mine in Kellog, MT.

The mine was opened in 1879 and closed in 1881.  It was lost until about 10 years ago.  When someone bought the land to develop into a trailer park, he found water coming out of the ground.  Thinking it might be a hot spring, they dug a little and found the flooded mine.  After pumping it out, they found there was still a lot of gold in the mine, stuck between veins of white quartz and hard rock. After mining enough gold to get rich, he turned it into a tourist attraction.

In the picture (above) Tommy is looking at how copper is leaching from the rock and forming grass-like fingers.  We thought it was some sort of moss, but in fact it was copper.  We saw quartz, iron, gold, silver, and platinum in the rock.

After the underground tour, the folks running the mine take everyone out for an hour of panning gold.  They make sure there is real gold in the dirt to be panned.  The kids found small flakes, the guys called flower gold.  We could have spent all day finding enough of the flower gold to amount to anything, but the kids had fun.  It was a nice way to break up the drive before continuing to our hotel in Spokane, WA.

The second phase of this year’s vacation involved two days in Glacier National Park.  Like many of the places we visit on these multi-state vacations, we could easily have spent a week here if we wanted to see all the sites and take all the hikes.

We had to travel through most of Montana to get to the park from North Dakota.  We had accomplished most of the drive the day before, but we still had a couple of hours of travel the first morning to get to the park.  The picture (above) is just one of hundreds of long expanses of grassland we passed through.  It’s hard to capture in a photo just how far you could see into the distance.

Almost immediately upon entering the National Park we came across a sign for a one-mile hike to Apikuni Falls.  A mile?  How hard could that be?  Well, it was real mountain goat country, but it was quite impressive once we got there.  This picture (above) is just the base of the falls.

This picture is a wide shot that shows the full extent of the falls.

This is what we passed through to get to the falls.  All of these trees were over 40 feet tall.

This is the Glacier Park Lodge where we stayed.  After our first hike, we continued to the lodge and checked in.  When the hotel was rebuilt in the 1930’s it was styled on Bavarian or Swiss architecture, because they were billing the area as “America’s Alps.”

We then took at four-mile hike to Redrock Falls.  It was a pleasant, mostly-level hike.  These falls (only partially shown here) might be my favorite of the many we saw on this trip.  The water churned in and around large rock formations, and you could get close enough to touch the water — which was quite cold!  You can see from this picture why the are called “red rock.”

This picture is out of order.  It shows a view of Glacier from the Many Glacier entrance road.  This is how we were greeted upon entering the park.  The views were amazing.

One of the appealing things to me about staying in the old, majestic hotels inside the national parks is that they do not have televisions.  People gather in these common areas.  This picture (above) is the lobby of our hotel.  There was always a fire in the fireplace in the center of the room.  The weather was in the 50’s and 60’s most of the time, but the fire was nice.  In the evenings people gathered here, on the expansive back porch, or other common areas to chat, have a snack, and enjoy the views.  There was an enclosed “breezeway” that connected this main building from another building of hotel rooms.  The staff had partially-assembled jigsaw puzzles on many of the tables in these common areas for people to work.  There was a cupboard full of board games for people to use.

As is our tradition, we brought our dominoes with us.  We found an unclaimed table in the breezeway and played dominoes until the sun nearly set (probably 2200 hrs) while snacking on huckleberry licorice and sunflower seeds.

 

The next day we left Many Glacier and re-entered the park at East Glacier.  Driving up the “Going to the Sun” road to Logan pass, we stopped to take a hike that should have taken us to three waterfalls:  Barring, St. Mary, and Virginia; however, the path from Barring to St. Mary and subsequently Virginia, was closed.  Bears were on the trail feating on an animal carcass, so the park service closed the trail.  We did get to see Barring Falls, however.

The views on the Going to the Sun Road were as impressive as those from the Many Glacier area.

We ran into some politicians along the way.

Another view on the Going to the Sun road was Wild Goose Island.  There can’t be five trees on this small island in the middle of water, but the brochure said that this is one of the most photographed spots in the park.

Logan Pass was still closed to vehicle traffic, but it was open to hikers and bikers.  They are still clearing snow and ensuring that there won’t be any late Spring rock slides.

We did hike a little beyond where the road was closed.  Since we couldn’t continue on Going to the Sun Road to West Glacier, we had to leave the park and drive two hours around the southern end to re-enter and see the other side of the pass and the areas around Lake McDonald.

While West Glacier was much more “woodsy” and much less mountainous, we took a hike from the northern end of Lake McDonald toward the Sacred Dancing Cascade.  Along the way, we stopped to cool our feet in the numbingly cold water.

As is our tradition, we generally avoid chain hotels and opt instead for mom and pop places.  Here is our cabin in Lone Wolf Resort about ten miles outside of Glacier National Park.  The cabin had electricity but not much else.  We used shower and bathrooms in the nearby comfort station.  Amusingly, you needed to put $0.50 into a coin box to get 10 minutes of water in the showers.  The women’s showers worked fine, but when I put my two quarters into the box, my shower didn’t turn on.  As I had no more quarters, Tom and I split 10 minutes.

The kids enjoyed the upper bunk, particularly finding novel ways to get into it without using the provided ladder.

Off to Washington State via an 1880’s gold mine in northern Idaho tomorrow.

Two weeks after moving into a new house, the Surdus began their annual multi-state romp.  I was on a business trip to the left coast the early part of the week, but instead of flying home, I flew to Minneapolis and met Candy and the kids there.   After linking up and getting the rental car, we went to the Mall of the Americas to nose around and have dinner.  While many of the stores and restaurants are the same as those found in other malls, they did have some things that seem to have disappeared, like GOOD game stores and stores with interesting “stuff.”  We enjoyed the huge Lego store.  The picture (above) is of Tommy looking at a “pointillist” picture made of Legos.  We played miniature golf in the mall and found the indoor amusement park interesting, though we didn’t go on any of the rides.

The next day we headed northward to Lake Itasca state park.  The Mississippi River flows some 2500+ miles, but you can wade across the Mississippi at Lake Itasca, where the river begins.

Within the park we took a several-mile hike to an old fire watch tower, which provided a terrific view of the area.

We were attacked by mosquitos and ticks during this trek.  The next day I had over forty mosquito bites on my legs.  Despite staying on the marked trails, we each had six or seven ticks on us, and we were still finding ticks in the car the next day.  We also hiked to the headwaters and waded across the river.

The water was cool and clear — quite different than at its other end in New Orleans.

After several hours at Lake Itasca, we began a LONG car ride to Bismark, ND, to position ourselves for the next day’s activities.  Towns were few and far between, but when the GPS noted something called “Pizza Ranch,” Tommy decided that we couldn’t resist checking this out.  We got off the highway in the small town of Casselton, ND.  Pizza Ranch turns out to be a small chain with a pizza buffet, a nice salad bar, “famous” chicken, and other food items.  The price even included an ice cream  bar from a freezer.  On a big sign in the restaurant, they list their vision statement as: “To glorify God by positively impacting the world we live in,” so they appear to be like Chic-Fil-A in their management style.  We try to avoid a lot of chains on these trips, but this was an unexpected gem.

The next day we visited Theodore Roosevelt National Park in Medora, ND.  In a previous trip we’d visited the Bad Lands of South Dakota.  This park includes the Bad Lands of North Dakota.  While none of the “mountains” are particularly tall, the views are amazing.

We went on four hikes during our visit.  Each hike had a brochure at the trail head with descriptions of points of interest that corresponded to marked points on the trail.  None of the hikes were too strenuous, but they were fun and interesting.

I expected North Dakota to be pretty flat, but most of the state that we drove through was very hilly.  Of course, the Bad Lands are very hilly, but most of the state seemed to consist of rolling, grass-covered hills that looked more like pictures of parts of China than the “great plains.”

This was one of the shorter hikes, out to a point where you could look down into the Bad Lands almost 360 degrees.

After being nearly eaten alive by mosquitos the previous day, the higher, dryer terrain near Theodore Roosevelt National Park seemed cool and windy, which made the day nearly insect free.

The hikes tried to limit hikers to the marked paths in order to control erosion.  Along many of the paths, we could see numerous animal tracks and signs of Bison, but we saw no animals during our hikes.

One of the interesting hikes took us through an area were a close-to-the-surface vein of coal had burned for nearly 30 years, beginning in the 60s.  It was interesting to see how the underground fire had changed the landscape.  These underground coal vein fires are started by lightning, brush fires, or spontaneous combustion.

After several hours in the park, we ate at the Cowboy Cafe in Medora (shockingly overpriced and underwhelming food) and got on the road for Malmstrom Air Force Base in Montana.

It’s hard to see in this picture, particularly after I down-sampled it to upload it to the blog, but the bison hoof mark is almost 10 inches across.

We saw herds of buffalo along the road leading to the park, but we only saw five or six buffalo inside the park.  The first few we saw appeared to be sleeping in the tall grass.  This one was actively grazing.

This is a panoramic shot taken with an app on Candy’s phone, which proves that I can be in multiple places at once.

Next stop Glacier National Park.

Some times you don’t notice something until you are away from it for a while.  One of the things that struck me a few years ago is that you can’t swing a dead cat without hitting a Coney Island hot dog joint in the Detroit area.  My dad found this interesting article about how the Coney Island became Detroit’s signature food.

http://www.theatlanticcities.com/arts-and-lifestyle/2012/08/how-coney-dog-became-detroits-signature-food/2779/

Whenever I go back to Detroit for a visit I come back with a gross of natural casing hot dogs and a brick of chili from Dearborn Sausage.  I also bring back Vernor’s ginger ale and Faygo pop (red pop, rock and rye, and root beer).

Mmmmm.  I’m getting hungry.

We planned for our last day at the lake to do nothing but relax before our long drive home.  We slept as late as we wanted, played in the water, and generally lounged around our cabin and the “beach.”

We all played ladder ball for a while.  In this game, you throw a bolo-like object made of two golf balls and a piece of rope at a ladder made of PVC.  We had been doing well earlier in the week, but we were all playing poorly on Friday.  We had fun anyway.

We all took the opportunity to relax in the shade and read.  It was quite relaxing.

Mid afternoon Rick, Tammy, and Angie stopped by to ask us to join them at their bonfire later that evening.  After a dinner of take-out pizza and a game of dominoes, we headed down to the Serafini’s resort.

We sat around the bonfire while Jesse and Mia set off fireworks.

We had also stopped by Walmart earlier in the day to pick up a bunch of Vernors and Red Pop to take home to Maryland.  While there, we found that Rainier Cherries are out, so we bought several tubs of them.  We brought a tub to the bonfire to share with everyone.  We love these cherries, but you can only get them a couple of weeks each year.  When they are available, we tend to eat them to excess.

With some sadness and a bit of lethargy we packed up all our gear and cleaned the cabin the next morning.  Our vacation was nearly over.

We had made arrangements to meet with an old high school buddy, Larry Foggia, and his family at Frankenmuth, Michigan, on the way home.  Frankenmuth was settled in the late 1880’s by German immigrants.  While it has become commercialized, the town had retained some of its German heritage in its architecture and food offerings.  It is also known for Bronner’s, a HUGE, year-round Christmas store.  I hadn’t been to Frankenmuth in 20 years.  While we nominally walked through bunch of stores, I wasn’t really paying attention.  I was mostly just having fun catching up with Larry, Carrie, and their kids, Nick and Marie.  Sadly we had to cut the visit short after just 3.5 hours, because we were having a great time.  I hope we have another chance soon to get together.

We got on the road about 2 PM, and arrived back home a few minutes for midnight, officially ending our 2012 vacation.  Sad face.

We had intended to spend this day driving to Dearborn to visit Greenfield Village.  We decided that we really wouldn’t enjoy six hours of driving to spend five hours at The Village.  Instead we decided to hit some of the souvenir stands up and down “the main drag” of Houghton Lake.

Acting on advice from Angie Serafini, we stopped at The Rocking Chair gift shop.  The main purpose was to get some fudge for ourselves and a block for me to take to work next week.  The gift shop itself reminded me of the kinds of places we would hit when I was kid — lots of different trinkets with Houghton Lake printed on them, a few T-shirts, puzzles, animals made out of shells glued together, etc.  It really felt like stepping back in time.

We stopped for Coney dogs at Joe’s Coney.  They were quite good; although, they were a bit pricey.  They were good enough that I stopped by there the next day to get a couple more for Tommy and me for lunch.

We had seen signs and flyers all over town for Zubler’s Indian gift shop.  We noticed that they advertise an Indian pow wow with dancing on Thursdays.  Though we hadn’t planned our schedule to make it, we drove up just as the pow wow was going to begin.  I have to say that it was sort of lame, having the production values of an unrehearsed, school play, but it was the kind of kitschy show you talk about for years afterward.  This gift shop too was like stepping back in time.

We returned to our cabin to relax for a couple hours and have dinner.  Candy had bought a pan of baked ziti to throw in the oven.  Baking it for two hours in the oven had the effect of heating up the cabin.  We played dominoes for a while and then decided to head out for some miniature golf.  We swung by to see if the Serafinis wanted to join us, but they were all out to dinner.

Putt-R-Golf opened in 1951.  It is the longest miniature golf course in Michigan.  Some of the fairways were incredibly long.  Someone opened a Pirate’s Cove (franchise) course right next door.  The woman running Putt-R-Golf, who had just inherited the place from her recently deceased mother, said that Pirate’s Cove was having little impact on Putt-R-Golf because of the loyalty of her patrons.  People staying in our resort said that their grandparents played at Putt-R-Golf.  While the course was in need of some repairs, it was interesting.  We had a good time.  I regret not having taken the kids to Greenfield Village, but we enjoyed the day more than we perhaps would have enjoyed six hours of driving, and there will be future opportunities to visit The Village.

 

 

We began day 11 in a leisurely manner, hanging around the cabin, playing in the lake, playing catch with a baseball, etc.  About 2:30 we linked up with Barb and Leonard Natkowski, college friends of my dad.  They have a house on a canal leading into Houghton Lake.  This was an opportunity to catch up with them and also provided them the impetus to take their boat onto the lake for the first time this year.  We then went to dinner together at the Spikehorn bar/restaurant, which was quite good.

We finished the day by completing a multi-day game of Phase 10 on the picnic table outside our cabin with a view of Houghton Lake at sunset.

Day 12 began with Rick and Angie Serafini, Tommy, and me driving part way around the lake to American Oak Resort to rent a ski boat for the day.  The trip back across to our side of the lake was eventful as we ran through the “middle bounds” where we fouled the propellor a few times with seaweed.  Eventually we made it through the “graveyard of ships” to our side of the lake and picked up the others who were interested in tubing and skiing.

We borrowed the float from Bob, who runs our resort, and the rope from Larry, who runs the Serafini’s resort.  We spent several hours taking turns on the inner tube.  Rick and I were smart enough to leave the tubing to the youngsters — as I’ve recently been reminded on a Scout trip that I’m no longer 20.  I drove the boat.  Tommy and Sammy had never been tubing before, but they both managed to hang on.  In fact, I worked hard to throw off Sammy after a while, but we finally had to admit defeat.

Angie, Mia, Jesse, and Dylan all took turns on the float.  I think Dylan had a particularly good time.  Angie was hot dogging it a bit, getting up on her knees and waving at me.  At one point, the float turned upside down with Mia on it.  She held on for a while until she realized the water was taking off her bathing suit!

After a short break for lunch, we put away the float and broke out the skis.  I haven’t been on skis since I was a lieutenant — probably close to 15 years ago.  After a few false starts, a pulled thigh muscle, and a face plant into the lake, I got up and was able to do pretty well — even crossing in and out of the wake a few times.  I think Tommy was surprised at how well I did.  I think I was surprised too.

I did most of the boat driving.  It was difficult for Candy to take good pictures of everyone skiing.  With the movement of the skiers and the boat, many of the shots were blurry.  He didn’t get any good pictures of Rick; although, he got up the first time and did a good job.

Tommy had begun work on his water skiing merit badge for Boy Scouts last Summer.  He needed to cross the wake four times as the final requirement to earn the badge.  Though he had trouble getting up at first, he did cross the wake four times.  We’ll submit that to his merit badge counsellor to get him credit for the badge.

We made a long, leisurely oval pattern with the boat.  We would start near the Serafini’s floating raft (which is barely enough water to launch the boat) and make about a mile oval, releasing the skier back at the float.  This provided a nice place for people to wait their turn.  Also others could help the next skier don the (ill fitting) life jacket and skis.  Apparently this is how the Serafinis have done this in the past, and it was really an excellent idea.

Everyone who wanted to ski was able to do so at least twice.  This shot shows Mia on her second attempt.

Angie was on the boat as I drove around with Tammy in tow.  Tammy got up on her first try and did a great job of crossing in and out of the wake and other tricks.  She was doing so well that Angie shouted, “I didn’t know my parents were so COOL!”

This is not the best picture, but here is Angie.  Not to be outdone by her newly designated “cool parents,” Angie got up here first time as well.  She did quite well, crossing in and out of the wake and waving to the camera.

For us old folks (Rick, Tammy, and me) getting up on skis was to demonstrated to ourselves that we hadn’t completely deteriorated.  Then we let the youngsters show us how its done.  Unfortunately we only had adult-sized skis, so Dylan and Sammy were unable to try.  The skis kept falling off them.  Rick and Tammy have nice kids.  This was a VERY fun day for all of us.  All of us got burned, and the old folks limped to bed at the end of the day.

We don’t get to see that side of the family very often.  Since my grandparents died, we don’t have as much excuse / reason to go to Mark (Illinois) and see that part of the family very often.  I hadn’t seen them since my grandmother’s funeral, since work wouldn’t allow me to get to Uncle Juzzy’s or Aunt Dorothy’s funerals. We planned our vacation to correspond with the annual Serafini sojourn to Houghton Lake, and I’m glad we did.  I don’t know if we interfered with their vacation, but I really enjoyed the chance to get together with them for something other than a funeral and have some fun.  For my kids, they’ve never really had a chance to get acquainted with that side of the family except for the infrequent reunions.  I fear that since all the old timers are no longer with us that opportunities will be even less frequent in the future.

After turning in the boat, cleaning up, and having dinner, we went with Tammy and Angie to see Spider Man at the Pines theater.  The theater was built in 1941.  See detailed information and pictures at http://www.pinestheater.com/  I wasn’t expecting much from the movie.  I went to see the theater, which was impressive.  The movie turned out to be better than expected.

 

Days 9 and 10 were spent at Houghton Lake, mostly relaxing.  We slept in the first day at the lake and had a leisurely day.  Houghton Lake is unique in that it is shallow (less than 10 feet) across most of its area.

The shallowness of the lake gave the kids an opportunity wade over a quarter mile out without the water being over their heads.  The owner of our resort loaned us an inflatable raft, and they made good use of it.

When not in the water, we played this ladder ball game.  Two golf balls are connected by a length of rope.  You toss this “bolo” at a ladder, trying to make it wrap around a rung in order to score a point.

In the evening we linked up with the Serafini clan to sit by the water, light a small fire, and chat.

Day 10 began with a canoe trip for three hours on the Au Sable River.  (I’ve seen this spelled a couple of different ways, but I think this is correct.)  We rented two canoes from Campbell’s rental.  Then I drove down stream and parked the car where we were supposed to terminate our trip.  The owners brought me back to the start point.  We canoed for three hours, then just pulled our canoes out of the water for them to retrieve later.

The canoe trip was quite pleasant.  This porting of the river, where it passes through Roscommon, MI, is not virgin wilderness.  Most of our trip was through “residential” areas where we were passing behind cabins and houses.  Other parts of the trip were through untouched woods.  I enjoyed that more.

Through our entire, three-hour trip, we never saw another canoe.

The water on the river is very clear.  Since it was between a few inches and three feet deep most of the way, you could clearly see the bottom.  We saw very few fish.  At one point we stopped to have a snack.  While the water was chilly, it was warm enough to wade across its depth.  Here the water was only about six inches deep.

After our canoe trip, we went back to the resort to relax.  Candy and the kids played in the water a bit.  I read for a while and took a nap.  After dinner we linked back up with Clan Serafini for miniature golf.  We had ten players and divided up into two teams: guys vs. girls.

The course was old and challenging.  While we’re used to twos and threes on most holes on other courses, fours and fives were more common on this course.

While it was a hard-fought match, in the end superior skill prevailed.  The guys beat the girls.

We then retired back to Rick’s and Tammy’s cabin for ice cream and an hour of shooting the breeze.  It was a good, relaxing couple of days.

 

Day eight began with a short drive to the Mackinac bridge.  At one time this was the longest suspension bridge in the world.  The island, straights, and bridge are named “Mackinac,” with the French spelling.  The fort and the city in the lower peninsula are named “Mackinaw,” with the English spelling.  The bridge marks the dividing line between Lake Michigan and Lake Huron.

A 20-minute boat ride brought us from Mackinaw City to the port on Mackinac Island.  Coming into port you can see the fort above the town.  There are very few motorized vehicles allowed on the island.  Most transportation, including the hauling of trash and cargo is pulled by horses.

You can see main street here.  There is a booming business in bicycle rentals.  Walking, biking, and horse-drawn carriages are the only modes of transportation on the island.  There are more fudge shops than people, I think.

We began our day on the island with an informative, horse-drawn tour.

One of our first stops on the tour was the butterfly center.  It was small but nice.

Our next stop was at Arch Rock, which was picturesque, but had no historical significance.  Along we way we passed the old post cemetery and the old fort’s rifle range.

We exited the tour at Ft. Mackinac, which is the main thing I wanted to see.  During the Seven Years War (French and Indian War), the British dismantled the fort in what is now Mackinaw City and moved it to a more defensible position on the cliffs overlooking the harbor on the island.  The fort was handed over to the US after the American Revolution.  After the War of 1812 began, the British landed on the north side of the island with 40 soldiers and 500 or more French Voyageurs and Indians.  They took the fort from the garrison of about 50 soldiers without firing a shot.  After the War of 1812, the upper Great Lakes was returned to the US.  The fort saw no action during the Civil War.  In the 1880s, the fort was used by the Army as the headquarters for the national park on the island, garrisoned by two companies.  The fort was abandoned by the Army when the national park was turned over to the State of Michigan to become a state park.

There were a number of excellent displays throughout the fort, like the one shown above.  This was probably the nicest presentation of a fort I’ve ever seen, with the exception of perhaps Ticonderoga.  There were numerous displays like this one in just about every building.

The presentations at the fort tend to focus on the 1860s and 1880’s period, rather than the French and Indian Wars or War of 1812 periods.  Note the docents in period uniforms from two distinctly different eras.

 

The thing Sam wanted to see that day was the opulence of The Grand Hotel.  This hotel was originally built by a consortium of steamship tour operators and train operators.  They wanted to create a destination that would encourage people to take the train and boat to visit.  The entire hotel was built in 93 days.  It was featured in the Christopher Reeve and Jane Seymour movie Somewhere in Time.

Sam enjoyed looking around the hotel.  She said that she could tolerate having to live there for a couple of months.

The view from the porch, reputedly the longest in the world, was quite nice.  The stature on the left is that of Father Marquette the explorer and missionary.

In addition to the fort, there were a number of other historical buildings on the island to explore.

 

What Tom wanted to see was the Jack Pines Lumberjack show in Mackinaw City.  It was fun.  The events were largely the same as the Timber Tina show we saw last year in Maine, but there were a few new ones.

The audience was divided into two groups, each cheering for a lumberjack.  Ours won.

After the lumberjack show we drove two hours to Houghton Lake and checked into our cabin for the week.  We were keyed up from the day and the drive, so we relaxed for a little while with the end of the third Indiana Jones movie before bed.

Day 6 was largely a travel day.  We slept in a little and got on the road a little later than planned.  We drove seven hours (MapQuest predicted 6, Google Maps predicted 7, and the built-in GPS in Candy’s car predicted 9) to Munising, MI.  Munising is in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, on the shore of Lake Superior.  After checking into our hotel and stopping by the visitor’s center, we drove out to Chapel Falls for a four-mile hike.

The falls were quite nice, and the hike was pleasant.  One of the things we learned at the visitor’s center was that the town’s Fourth of July fireworks had to be postponed due to an electrical storm.  They were set for that night, the 5th of July, and the woman at the visitor’s center bragged that they were the best fireworks anywhere — “way better than Marquette, which is ten times our size.”  It didn’t get dark in Munising until 11:00 PM.  We staked out a piece of lawn in Munising’s Bayshore Park, played a few hands of Phase 10, and waited for them to begin.  They were, in fact, a tremendous fireworks display, which lasted a half hour.  Ten minutes after the fireworks, we had walked back to our motel and prepared for bed.

 

Day 7:  The reason we came to Munising was to see Pictured Rocks National Lakeshore.  Pictured Rocks was signed into law by Lyndon Johnson and was the first National Lakeshore.  The rocks themselves are a light gray color, but are stained different colors from the various minerals leeching through the rocks.  Green comes from copper, for instance, and red comes from iron.

Lake Superior is the largest, deepest, and cleanest of the Great Lakes.  It averages 40 degrees throughout the year.  At it’s widest (at Musining), it is 62 miles wide.  Ten percent of the world’s fresh water is contained in Lake Superior.  It’s deepest point is about 26 miles north of Munising, which I think is about 1300 feet.

We took a boat cruise to see the rocks.  The cruise took about three hours, which seemed a little overly long.  You can see some of the rock formations from the various hiking paths along shore, but you really cannot get the full impact of the Pictured Rocks except by boat.

The favorite food in the UP is apparently pasties (pastie rhymes with nasty).  The place with the reputation for making the best pasites in the UP is Muldoon’s, in Munising.  After a tremendous lunch of pasties, we drove into the Picture Rocks National Lakeshore to see Miner’s Falls.

We took a hike out to Miner’s Falls.  The walk was short, perhaps 1.2 miles.  Despite walking through deep woods, there were surprisingly few bugs.

 

We then drove several hours to get to Tahquamenon Falls.  These falls actually consist of the Upper Falls and five sets of falls, known collectively as the Lower Falls.

There were signs all over near the Lower Falls warning people to stay out of the water because of swift currents and dangerous undertows.  Still there were lots of folks wading at the top of the various Lower Falls.  When the land was deeded to the State of Michigan (this is a State park), there was a stipulation that no cars could come within 3/4 of a mile of the shorelines, so all the parking lots were far removed from the falls.

We had planned to drive from the Lower Falls to the Upper Falls.  We discovered that there was a four-mile trail from the Lower Falls area tot he Upper Falls area.  Candy and Sam weren’t interested, but Tom and I decided to walk the trail.  Candy and Sam drove around to the Upper Falls and waited for us.

I took this picture with the timer on the camera.  We saw little wildlife during our four-mile hike.  Though the river was clear, we saw no fish.  The trail was well marked.  Because this hike was impromptu, we didn’t have hiking shoes.  Despite the hike being mostly uphill, it was a relatively easy walk, and we enjoyed it.

We met Candy and Sam at the top of the trail and walked to the overlooks to view the Upper Falls.  They were quite impressive, as you can see.

After a quick dinner (I had another pastie), we headed to our motel.  We watched an episode of El Fago Baca (an adventure story from Walt Disney Presents), and prepared for bed.  Tomorrow we’re off to Mackinaw Island.