On a camping trip to the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, Darlene and I built a fire that gave out a fireworks display. I don’t know what kind of wood I gathered that day but it gave us both a surprise. We both jumped away from the fire when the sparks intensified. Maybe ISIS did something to the wood? The sparks lasted about five minutes. While the fire sparked, I did a little sparking of my own.
Mike took me on a second honeymoon to an island in the Pacific. I was having a great time taking in the sun on the beach when all of a sudden it got very cloudy. At first I thought it was nothing but then it got darker and darker. As I drew in my head and began to turn around I took In This Storm. It literally blew me away and I had trouble even walking back to the house we had rented. This wasn’t a hurricane but a sudden downdraft that turned severe. A lot of damage on the island but we were okay. What a second honeymoon !
does anyone remember the infamous fog bowl of 1988? It was played on December 31st at Soldier Field between the Bears and the Eagles. I tried to find a picture from the Press Box where all you can see was a fog Bank over the field. The announcers couldn’t see anything so they had to send cameras down to the field. Darlene and I were in Chicago for a vacation and we took in this game. So we were there! Where we were seated we had a hard time seeing anything. I think Darlene likes that type of game.
when camping on the first night I like to smoke my tent. No, this isn’t some weird ritual but a way to keep insects out of your tent. I get a fire going and allow the smoke to permeate my text. I even managed to get a little on myself. Ferns are good thing to put in the fire as there is something in there leaves that keep insects away. I don’t mind smelling like Smokey the Bear if I can keep insects away from me. When I get home I can take a shower and rid myself of the Smoky aroma. Just a little tip from a seasoned camper, seasoned with smoked that is.
I am a horrible photographer as I didn’t line up this little tyke right
When I was out in California last year I came across I came across this little boy and couldn’t resist taking his picture. Upon arrival back at home I often wondered why little boys daydream? What are those precious little bundles of Joy thinking about? Perhaps it’s visions of Joy about no school? Or maybe he was wondering why I was taking a picture of him? He was just too good to pass up and I didn’t even get his name. I don’t think his name was Homer though.
the Northern Lights are nature’s fireworks. No man-made fireworks can even come close in comparison. Darlene and I take several trips into Canada and all we need do at night is to take the lights into our eyes. Mere words cannot describe what we see. look at the Vivid colors of the spectacles of nature. Enjoy them as we have.
Camp Mana-Pine in Wellston, Michigan is known for fishing, a fact that would please my husband Mike. We went there and I personally was bored to death. The only thing I like about fish is eating them. However I did enjoy this trolley ride down to the river. It made the whole trip worthwhile. Mike thought a better finish would be a free fall down the track right into the river. If I wanted an amusement park ride I’d go to Kings Island.
this was taken at Lake Michigan buy a good friend who made himself scarce after he took this picture. The photographer a new how to be discreet. After he left Mike and I had a romantic moment that I shall never forget. This was taken several years ago but our love is as strong today as it was back then. Mike has been very good to me over the years. We have one thing in common and that is a love of camping in the Great Outdoors be it in Michigan or Arizona.
How’s this for a tent in the Canadian wilderness? Darlene made me a great deal of stew and biscuits with turnovers for dessert. I don’t know what my stomach would do without Darlene on our camping trips. Tomorrow, though, I will catch a mess of fish and clean them up for her to fry. You know, I’ve often wondered just what a mess of fish is and it could be the mess I make when I cut the good meat from the rest of the fish. You think?
I have a lantern flashlight so we both we reading some material about the Great Slave Lake in our tent. Then we played two games of Uno before turning out the light for a great night in the north woods. We both heard the crickets playing us a concert for awhile which helped us both drift out into slumber land.
I awoke the next morning to bacon frying in the grill and a slab of ham on the side. Darlene’s camp coffee is unbelievably good and hot as all get out. It cuts the tar out of my throat each morning. And after that great breakfast I did the dishes down at the stream while Darlene set up her hammock. We then fed Frick and Frack for they were also with us. Our two huskies’ always go on trips with us.
The dogs stayed with Darlene while I caught that mess of fish which numbered ten before it was all said and done. What a fish fry we had that night! The dogs ate well too. Darlene fried up some onion rings to go along with our main course and that really hit the spot.
What comes next will be Darlene’s account of the northern lights later today.
Check out this gorgeous scene! Who needs television when you have this? The Northern Lights have put on a fantastic light show almost every night that we’ve been camping around The Great Slave Lake. A whole spectrum of colors can be found and it just takes your breath away. I often wonder if our dogs can take in this view as well? Frick and Frack seem almost immune to this display opting to chase each other and a few squirrels than to be involved in this viewing pleasure.
Mike has caught some great photographs of all this and he is even now clicking some more. He was planning on doing some night fishing but this took him away from even doing that and he rarely misses a chance to go fishing. Tonight he’s fishing for photographs of nature at its best.
Wow! The colors seen here almost appear as if they were shooting down from the heavens. It’s like a hail storm of colors. A rainbow pales in comparison to these lights. After Mike had completed his camera work he joined me at the ebbing campfire to catch the view above. We just laid back as our dogs joined us and took in the view while chomping down on a few marshmallows. Soon we’ll be heading back south to Michigan but what a way to end our trip. Fantastic!
Last summer, Darlene and I traveled into Canada to take a look at what of their “Great Lakes” not numbered among the US five. Darlene will offer her impressions in Part Two but I wanted you to have an understanding of just where we traveled to on this vacation. I also visited an inland lake with another tourist we met on this trip and I will detail that tomorrow.
Great Slave Lake is the second-largest lake in the Northwest Territories of Canada (after Great Bear Lake), the deepest lake in North America at 2,010 feet and the ninth-largest lake in the world. It is 480 300 miles long and 12 to 68 miles wide. It covers an area of 27,200 10,502 square miles in the southern part of the territory. The lake shares its name with the Slavey First Nations.
North American Aboriginal Peoples were the first settlers around the lake, building communities including Dettah, which still exists today. British fur trader Samuel Hearne explored the area in 1771 and crossed the frozen lake, which he initially named Lake Athapuscow (after an erroneous French speaker’s pronunciation of Athabaska). In 1897-1898, the American frontiersman Charles “Buffalo” Jones traveled to the Arctic Circle where his party wintered in a cabin that they had constructed near the Great Slave Lake. Jones’s exploits of how he and his party shot and fended off a hungry wolf pack near Great Slave Lake was verified in 1907 by Ernest Thompson Seton and Edward Alexander Preble when they discovered the remains of the animals near the long abandoned cabin.
In the 1930s, gold was discovered there, which led to the establishment of Yellowknife, which would become the capital of the Northwest Territory. In 1967, an all-season highway was built around the lake, originally an extension of the Mackenzie Highway but now known as Yellowknife Highway or Highway 3. On January 24, 1978, a Soviet Radar Ocean Reconnaissance Satellite, named Kosmos 954, built with an on board nuclear reactor fell from orbit and disintegrated. Pieces of the nuclear core fell in the vicinity of Great Slave Lake. 90% of the nuclear debris was recovered by a group called Operation Morning Light formed with both American and Canadian members.