The rain held off for most of our Saturday adventure to Presque Isle on Lake Superior. Grandma and Grandpa G. and Uncle Uke (still working on that elusive "l" sound) joined us for a cloudy day at the Big Lake. Bits threw stone after stone into the lake, and I gathered a few pieces of my green favorites. Bits found a dead crab and presumed to pick it up, throw it down when Mommy said ewww and then smash it with a rock, until Mommy said ewww to that too. He was obsessed with this dead thing as I'm sure all little boys should be, but it was seriously gross.
Mike caught a fish, then lost a fish off the banks of the river. So to calm his spirit and offer encouragement, I sat with him at a spring runoff pool where we had more fun guessing where the fish were then actually snagging any. I have to tell you, the spot where I was sitting was the most relaxing, tranquil place to keep the spitting rain off you while watching it make ripples in the water. There is a log submerged just below the water and it's golden color is something to loose hours upon staring at. If I had sat there any longer and more quitely, I'm sure a bear would have come along and ate me.
