Ashland, WI, to Crystal Falls, MI

We started our day today by backtracking. This is something we are seldom willing to do but the Northern Lakes Visitor Center appeared it would be worth seeing. So back we went just west of Ashland, Wisconsin, and we are not sorry to have done so.

The museum has several areas in which you can participate in learning experiences.  Among the things I learned there is that Lake Superior could hold all the other Great Lakes combined and that its bottom is a lower elevation than that of  Death Valley which is the lowest land in North America.

I also played with some computers intended to help you learn about sites in the area. I didn’t find any on their computers that I had not already found on my own, though.

And I watched some children “fish painting.” They painted rubber fish then used those fish to transfer their paint onto bandannas. Check this out.

I think Dave has been spending too much time reading my blog. He’s starting to sound like me. Today we saw a County Kitchen advertising a “Smothered Chicken Dinner” and he asked me, “Does that mean they killed it with a pillow?”

I saw a place named “Ex-Ray Transmission”. Do you suppose it used to be Ray’s? Maybe now it belongs to his former wife? Maybe Ray changed his name so now he’s ex-Ray?

In Crystal Falls, Michigan, there is a movie theater that on August 22th will show Buster Keaton’s movie “The General” with live pipe organ music. Wouldn’t it be fun to go? But we plan to be too far from here to enjoy that experience.

We’re still in town tonight, though. We are at the Runkle Lake Recreation Complex where we have water and electricity for $18. It’s another $5 if we hook up to the sewer as well. But we dumped yesterday so we don’t need to do so now. We don’t need the water either but we might fill anyway before we leave in the morning. It’s always good to be prepared for wherever you wind up staying each night.

But I am never prepared for our Internet connection to act as a tease. “Here I am'” it says, “ready to do your bidding.” “OK,” I reply, “Post this blog, please.” “Sure thing,” it replies. “Working, working, working. Oops.” So I try again with the same response. The next morning I try again with the same response. So, a full day later, here it finally is.

TTYL,

Linda