The rain came last night with soaking water. As I walk to the restrooms, I see many tent sites with lines strung and wet sleeping bags, sheets, and clothing hanging desperately hoping to dry this damp, cloudy morning. Nancy wishes for eggs this morning, so I’ll cook four. I set up the camp stove on a wet picnic table and begin short-order cooking. Moe is beginning his luckiest day ever, with two egg plates to lick clean.
Our next campsite is primitive, with no pit toilets or water. When we stayed at White Lake, there was a water warning: must boil. Nancy brought water to the site in our two five-gallon water containers. After breakfast, we put bleach in them and filled them full with water. Then, we went for a hike.
The first trail brought us into the woods on a rocky path and a steep bank. The path, millions of years old, was the edge of Lake Superior. Above the bank was the shore.
The trail ends at The Rock, which is four billion years old and was deposited here by the glacier.
Retracing the trail brings us to another trail that leads us to a driftwood tepee.
We now are walking the trail along the lake.
After dinner, I step outside to wash dishes. It begins to sprinkle, and the forecast is for overnight rain. We will be leaving in the rain tomorrow. Nancy begins taking down the screen tent, and I finish dishes. It is just light drizzle; we get everything put away to stay dry. Coming back from a shower, I see a rainbow over the campground.
