
hiding out from the sun's hot rays under the tarp.

wednesday, august 16th...from little sag, we set out for mesaba lake where we spent our last night out on the water. after setting up, i found this butterfly flitting around. thinking i had a limited window of opportunity to snap its photo, i grabbed the camera and stealthily snuck over to it. i was so pleased when it landed on sandy's shoe--she's taken an interest in identifying butterflies and will bought her a field guide for their anniversary. we later discovered, with the book's help, that this is a mourning cloak. i kept snapping photos and it was more or less staying put. it hung around our site for a good long while and when sandy came over, she was able to coax it off of her shoe and onto her finger, where we got an even better look. she suspected that it might be dying and, therefore less wary of us and eager to fly away. it was a beautiful creature and i felt lucky that it was letting us check it out so intently, up close.
lucy found a good hiding spot under one of the makeshift benches around the fire grate.
making dinner as the sun set over mesaba.
thursday, august 17th...the day started out rainy. we ate breakfast under the tarp and donned our rain gear, but shortly after we started paddling, the rain stopped and the clouds parted. by the time we paddled across alton lake, a nice headwind had whipped up, which made the waters choppy and the paddle a bit more taxing. on our final portage from alton to sawbill we stopped for a snack--the remaining skittles, peanut m&ms, fruit leather and granola bars. from there, it was a quick trip to the outfitters, where we met up with betsy, pete and henry.

on thursday night, we all stayed in a suite at thomsonite beach resort, right on lake superior. we enjoyed nice and much needed warm showers, and relaxed with some cold beer that afternoon.

we went to dinner at the naniboujou restaurant (see betsy's blog for some pics of the impressive dining room) and i was happy to see henry wear the madras pants i couldn't help picking up for him at the gap outlet. if a 21-month old wants to play golf or pretend he's actually 65, he needs the appropriate clothes, right? i've learned that this is henry's 'someone's taking a picture of me!' face...
















