Randall's Bakery...They Have Cookies, Need I Say More

Mmmm, cookies, donuts, danishes, cupcakes, and more. We added a somewhat unnecessary, necessary stop to our walks around the lake. Think very rewarding pit stop in the form of delicious baked goods. The shop was noted in a more recent issue of Midwest Living mag. and it is fabulous. The only downside to filling our tummies with a cookie or two is: whatever calories had been burned on our walk were cancelled out by the calories we added at our stop.When you can buy a big cookie is only 65 cents, and a puruse through generous selection of romance novels to read while you snack, you can't say no.

Weeds, Seeds, and Berries

Technically fall is here and has been for about a week or so. These photos were preemptive to the changing colors on the trees. Before the trees stole the spotlight and filled the landscape with floods of color, the foreground at our feet was putting on a preshow.

Mike invited me for a walk with him and Bits, and I was really not feeling like it, but at the last minute decided to go. On the way out the door I grabbed the camera, and that should have been the warning sign for Mike: his leisurely walk was about to become a whole lot leisurely and turn into more like a game of red light-green light. Rule of thumb: if Amy takes her camera, a walk will take quite a bit more time and patience.

Two wet shoes, socks, and legs in jeans

It happens more often then I'd like to admit, I am so engrossed in looking for lake glass that a wave ends up sloshing me with my shoes and socks still on. End result: hiking back a mile or two in wet pants, socks, and shoes with a smile on my face because of three small pieces of lake glass. The joys of Lake Superior are endless.

Oh, and there's just something about red mushrooms growing on a tree that makes my heart flutter.

Too Cold for the Sane to Swim

Bits and his Uncle Steve could not resist a few dips in the Big Lake. The rest of us, however, stayed dry on shore and searched for more pretty wet stones, only to again discover that once dry, their luster fades...the pebbles, not the boys