Travel Theme: Sky

Ailsa’s got her travel theme on at Where’s My Backpack?, and thankfully, it doesn’t have anything to do with stuffing oneself silly with turkey and mashed potatoes.

…mmmm…mashed potatoes…

Anyway. The theme this week at Ailsa’s joint is sky.  Big sky, open sky, cloudy sky, blue sky.  As you’ll see, I tend to like sky with water.  Whatever works.  And so.  With no further ado, I give you…sky.

This first picture was taken as the sun was starting to set and finally dipping below the clouds, from a hotel room looking over Seneca Lake toward the city of Geneva, NY.  I always thought the colors in this photo were vaguely ethereal, and I don’t know why but I’m totally amused by the wind turbines in the background.

Hello, pastel sunset.

Hello, pastel sunset.

The next picture was taken much closer to (my) home.  Like, in my home town.  Like, I rode my bike here to take this picture.  If you’re going to find a place full of bucolic splendor and fat, chuggy clouds, so you can catch your breath, this is the place.

Behold the mighty Susquehanna.

Behold the mighty Susquehanna River.

Gary, Indiana, presents travelers driving along Route 90 with kind of a depressing, totally industrial landscape.  The black cloud in the sky to the left of the photo just lingered…and lingered…and never dispersed.  It kind of freaked me out.

There's almost no room for sky here.

There’s almost no room for sky here.

The next photo was taken during a crazy-windy day at Grand Marais along the North Shore of Lake Superior.  I like that the clouds here look like waves, almost.  As it is on the ground, so it goes in the sky, too.

Water, water everywhere.

Water, water everywhere.

And finally, this picture was taken in Burlington, VT, while the weather on Lake Champlain was experiencing a totally split personality.  You’ll see.

Even the Lake Champlain monster stayed under cover.

Even the Lake Champlain monster stayed under cover.

What sky shots do you have?

Enjoy the travel theme!  See you ’round Ailsa’s place.

Sunrise on Lake Superior; Lutsen, MN

Once again I have come to the entirely inescapable conclusion, after seeing it once more with my very own eyes, that Lake Superior is, indeed, one great frigging lake.  Some day…sommmmmmme dayyyyyyy I will drive the entire perimeter of Lake Superior, some day, though it is not this day (and I refrain from using the term “Bucket List” because I hate the idea and the movie and pretty much anything that relates to Jack Nicholson because sorry but he is overrated (there, I said it) but that’s how the entire world relates to any future aspirations now–well, I want to do it before I die, how wonderful is that?–and so I have to suck it up).

But I digress.

So, sunrise, on the north shore of Lake Superior.  A photographer at the wedding we were at two days before told us that we’d have a better view “on the other side of the lake” which I could only take to mean “Canada”.  Considering the semi-sheltered area we were in, I’m sure he’s right.  Too bad we didn’t have our passports and another two days to get around to “the other side” because we were a mere 60-ish miles from the border.

Holy snowshoes! That's up there!

Holy snowshoes! That’s up there!

The days before had, for the most part, been cloudy and gray (and oof, chilly!  I’m so glad our friends warned us to bring jackets and other sundry cool-weather clothing) but happily, our last morning there dawned clear and bright (and chilly, but at least I was sensible enough to pack plenty of socks and some sturdy shoes).  Down to the rocky little beachfront we went…and I’m just going to let the pictures tell the rest of the story.










The light quickly became too intense for me to take any more pictures here without worrying that I would burn out my camera, so it was sunrise and done.  But!  This li’l fella kept me company the whole time.


Travel Theme: Wild

This week at Where’s My Backpack?, Ailsa asks us to meet the challenge “wild”.  Which is incredibly convenient because I just came back from a week on the road/on Minnesota’s north shore/in the woods/on a giant lake, with, roughly, an assload of pictures.  Chock full of wild-ish outdoorsiness.

And yes, I’m pretty sure…almost positive…that’s the technical term for the amount of pictures with which I returned.

We stayed in a lodge that overlooked Lake Superior.  Conveniently, there was a staircase right across the street from said lodge that took us down the (relatively small, but sheer) cliff face to the shoreline.  And once we got there and clambered down the granite the rest of the way, we encountered this.  I have no idea how long that branch and natural tidal pool have been there, I’m just glad they are.


It was 25-30 degrees colder here than the weather we left behind. It was fantastic.

We went for the wedding of two very dear friends (congratulations, John and Molly!) but, of course, had to spend a few days checking out the local scenery.  As our lodge was right next to the Cascade River–and indeed boasted a few hiking trails up into the hills and along the river–we had to check it out.

The Cascade River. Cascading.

The Cascade River. Cascading.

We went to Grand Marais one afternoon, which is a charming little immensely walkable town with all sorts of local-artisan-fueled gift shoppes (I could have spent, roughly, a bajillion dollars in a few of those stores) and at least one (there could be more, but I was only there for one meal) fantastic little cafe.  While I was there I came across this heron, going about some very important heron business in the marshes along the edge of Lake Superior.

The heron thought process: Mmmm...fishfishfish...what the hell, lady, do I bug you while you're eating? Do I look like some kind of goddamned seagull?  Mmmm...fishfishfish...

The heron thought process: Mmmm…fishfishfish…what the hell, lady, do I bug you while you’re eating? Do I look like some kind of goddamned seagull? Mmmm…fishfishfish…

At first I thought he was a grey heron, but now I think it might be a smallish great blue because of the rusty colorations on its thighs and underneath the feathers.  Anyone?  Anyone?  Anybody?

Grand Marais has a harbor wall and lighthouse that are irresistible draws if you have any inkling (like me) to stand of the very edge of things and recognize the profound boundary between One Thing and The Other.  The Coast Guard warns you to walk out on at your own risk, because it’s designed more for navigation than for public strolling, and they’re right to do so.  It’s not a simple mosey down a manicured path.  You have to do a bit of climbing over rocks in order to get there, so when you get there, wear sensible shoes.

Taken from underneath the lighthouse.  And yes, that kid?  Is skateboarding the harbor wall.

Taken from underneath the lighthouse. And yes, that kid? Is skateboarding the harbor wall.  A significant part of me hoped I would see some shit go down when the wind blew him off.

For the record, the wind?  Came at us like a freight train.  It picked up while we were out at the lighthouse.  If you ever want to know what it’s like to stand on one small patch of cement with nothing to hold on to, while the entirety of Lake Superior stretches in front of you and the wind groans and tugs at you like an impatient and slightly mean playmate, I’m here to tell you: it’s pretty intense, and it’s a great way to recognize your own insignificance in the grander workings of the world.  I was grateful to get back off the harbor wall, because at least the trees created a little bit of a wind break.

When we left for home we cut back across the top of Wisconsin and drove Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, feeling somewhat regretful that we didn’t pack our passports and take the long-long way back through Canada (next time…next time).  If you’ve never visited the UP, then change that.  It’s beautiful, full of trees and sky and trees and…trees.  🙂  In order to get home we eventually had to wend our way back to the mainland.  About halfway through the UP we cut down south and went to the Mackinac Bridge, which is the third longest suspension bridge in the world and spans Lake Michigan and Lake Huron.

So yeah, I hit three great lakes in one week.  Which is pretty cool.

It was sunset as we crossed the bridge.

Check out that crazy sunset sky.

Dig that crazy sunset sky.

That’s a sample of some of the wild-ish things, on my recent trip to Minnesota.  Have fun checking out the rest of the “wild” contributors!

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