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| My favorite
campground was full when I arrived "up north," so I spent the first night at a nearby one |
The campground was
on a small inland lake |
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| On day 2, I headed
down the road and found the only available site at my favorite place |
Although my camp
site wasn't right on Lake Superior, the water was nearby and I could hear the waves lapping the shore at night |
The sites are very
large as you can see from this shot taken from the back of mine ... |
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| ... and the sites
are heavily wooded and very private. This shot is toward the neighboring site ... |
... where the
Johnson's could be found |
Sites on the water
are equally as large and private. This is the view from my camper toward the site across the road. |
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| A path through the trees leads to Lake Superior ... |
... where I went swimming every
day. The water was great and, contrary to popular belief, there wasn't a single iceberg in sight |
Judy, a long-time friend arrived on day 5 after spending a week on Isle Royale clearing brush with the Sierra Club. I tagged a site on the water for her |
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| She set up her screen-room kitchen and her dog, Dandy, had to inspect the perimeter. |
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