Adventure 918: A View from the Perch-Little Eden Camp/31

Another full day at camp started with a breakfast of Semel, fresh from the oven smothered with strawberry jam topped with a slab of cheddar, and for a special treat, a couple of added chunks of fresh fried bacon. There are few better ways to start a day. After breakfast, the young adults chased their children around, spelled of course by willing grandmas and anxious aunties. I went to morning devotions to understand more of Johnny Crist's world view. His message today centered on reading the bible every day as a way to search for truth and as a counter to the tremendous force of the cancel culture he sees facing Christians today. It's interesting to hear such intensely loaded language such as all out "war" and "Satan". I'm left with questions about whose interpretation of the scripture is considered the truth, and to what extent sacrifices will be made in the name of righteous battle, But the suggestion that wisdom can be gained by reading the bible on a daily basis isn't, on the face of it, a bad thing, so I'm on a personal search to find a place of common ground. I'm constantly amazed by otherwise good people taking a stance that is so blatantly unforgiving and intolerant all in the name of Christ. It seems incongruent. I'm eager to hear what else Johnny has to offer. After morning devotion, Karen and I removed the stitches from Judy's eyelid, a result of her MOS surgery last week. We were wildly successful, and the doctor's skill is evident. She'll be left with a hardly visible scar. In the afternoon we took a bit of Rod Franz's ashes out onto the lake to the exact spot where he caught his big bass last year on the day before he got sick. It was a beautiful gesture that include singing by Jonathan. Not a dry eye in the house. The thirty somethings left camp for a nice dinner out. We enjoyed baked chicken and vegetables prepared by Karen. After dinner, we topped the evening off around the fire with Luther and Mary Ann. They served S'MORES and warm companionship. It was a nice ending to a nice day, and once again helped us gratefully realize that life is good, especially today.

Jonathan singing. The line I remember: "Listen to our hearts."

Judy and Karen, remembering Rod.

A little bit of Rod joining the fish.

Before stitch removal.

After stitch removal.

Grandma and Grandpa watching the kids during "date" night.

 

Date night photos (Sadly, missing Micah).

Kate and Scott

Around the campfire at Luther's. Alden checking out for the evening.

Kel Babe served as heading "mellow" roaster.

Karen and Mary Ann waving bye to the young ones.

  

The truth is out there somewhere. I'm convinced people are more alike than they're different. I pray daily for all of us to soften our hearts.

Adventure 917: A View from the Perch-Little Eden Camp/30

The overnight wind and rain brought enough cool air that we had to close the window in our bedroom by morning. The day dawned damp, but by noon the sun shined and the Mennonite minions hit the beaches, the ball courts, the fields, and the sun chairs. A good day was had by all. Well not all. Micah came down with a virus of some kind (hoof and mouth) that he thought he contracted at his kids daycare. Anyway, he and Nora Jane left camp for Goshen to convalesce. After they left, we wiped the entire cabin down with Lysol disinfectant. After that, most of us went to church service, which was a typical Mennonite service until the sermon. I found out later that the speaker wasn't Mennonite, but I didn't know that when he interjected into his sermon the claim that Covid was sent (by the Devil, I guess) to split the church. Since I wasn't expecting a view point like this, I wasn't listening as closely as I should have been. No matter. This gentleman will speak every day this week, so I'll get a better handle on who he is and what he espouses. For fun we took a boat ride this afternoon, which was very pleasant, and for dinner we drove over to Manistee to eat at TJ's Pub. In all, it was a nice gentle day at camp where life is good, especially today.

Brother and sister fun before we discovered the virus.

Miss Kate has added her special touch to the cabin.

A couple of campers enjoying a sail on the well trimmed Sunfish.

Judy exposing Alden to the massage gun.

Beyond the two pillars int he distance, Lake Michigan beckons.

Grandma and Wes acting as bow lookouts.

TJ's Pub, a camp tradition. 

Captain Kel at the helm.

Miss Karen cutting the first piece of the sheet cookie Kate made.

Cousins getting to know each other.

A full house at church service this morning. Covid. The Devil. Really?

Judy making whoop, whoop noises to entertain Nora.

Because camp is a good place to do "boy stuff", Wes is in heaven.

Adventure 916: A View from the Perch-Little Eden Camp/29

We dilly-dallied in the land of Yep (Is everything OK? "YEP", Yoose ("YOOSE guys have a nice day now."), and Yooper (That's what we call ourselves around here) until about seven this morning. Then we walked to B's Country Cafe for breakfast. Because of the light drizzle we wore our raincoats. Because of the promise of torrential rain, we carried the umbrella. The rain did not disappoint. We walked back nicely soaked, and drove all day through the driving rain. While visibility was poor, the drive itself was uneventful. We arrived safely at Little Eden Camp around 4:45. Most of the crew was already engaged in unpacking the cars. I helped Kel Babe launch his boat, squared things away in our cabin (The Mosey Inn). For dinner, we went into town for Mexican food, and by the time we got back the kettle corn was popping down by the water in the cauldron powered by a roaring wood fire. The well trained campers lined up for a bag of the sweet treat, and everyone reacquainted themselves for another great family week. Fortunately, the rain held off for most of the evening, but the leading edge of the next storm ruffled the lake with white caps. There's promise of rain all night with the weather clearing beginning tomorrow. The spirit here is joyful. Lots of dads, moms, kids, and grandparents. Everyone seems glad to be here, and why not. Life here is surely good, especially today.

B's Country Cafe, a good place as it should be. Veggie omelet with hash browns and raisin toast: $7.50. With two coffees, the total bill came to $10.50.

Couldn't see the water in the driving rain when we crossed the Mackinaw Bridge.

Miss Karen enjoying the sights and sounds.

Papa Kel and Alden.

Papa Kel and Scott.

Micah.

The popcorn crew.

Mimi Karen with Alden and Wes in full motion.

Selfie of the day: Just outside the Mosey Inn.

The Mosey Inn: Our luxury accommodation for the week.

Alden warming up to Aunt Judy. Kate approving.

Wes watching his stick float down the creek.

Nora Jane assessing dinner.

While she's not pictured, Nora conversing with Aunt Judy.

Enter only all who would share peace and joy.

And yes there will be food.

And yes there will be joy.

Adventure 915: A View from the Perch-Little Eden Trip/28

Leaving Fargo this morning, we chased the rain on the wet backroads of Northern Minnesota into upper Michigan. We finally caught the sprinkles in Ironwood and by the time we got to Iron Mountain the damp rain speckled our windshield enough to impede my sight line. We did have enough sun to share our left over pizza with some voracious mosquitoes outside of Ashland, MI. Even cold, the pizza warmed our spirits. Even better, I snatched $.10 cents from the Cager which whittled her lead to $1.07 with nine days to play. Our day's drive filled itself with deep shades of green, gray skies, and images of a thousand lakes on the GPS. The forest, which closes in around both sides of the road, is so thick if a person wandered into the thick of things, turned around three times quickly, he/she might never find his way back out, and if he/she did, he/she would probably have to swim or wade since there are so many bodies of water.  It's quite spectacular and quite rugged. We met our first glimpse of the great lake Superior when we passed through the gritty city of Duluth. It's amazing to think of fresh water lakes so vast. And finally, our yooper treat was devouring three pasties, that's pass tees for the unvarnished  lower livers. We had one pastie flavored with flank steak and rutabagas, one with brats and cabbage, and one sweet treat of mixed berry. Nothing fancy, but well worth the experience. Needless to say, we're grateful for another day of traveling mercies and happy that life is good, especially today.

Left over pizza and apple slices for lunch. Yum!

The Wiley Cager showing how it's done.

I think the cute blond in this Red Bull car was sampling her own wares. She dusted us off as we descended into Duluth.

Jean Kay, a spirited little old lady, filled our pastie vision quite nicely. She had a map of the U.S. filled with push pins that customers from all over, including Mexico and beyond. We added our Spokane pin. 

The remnants. (And of course we ate the crust.)

Adventure 914: A View from the Perch-Little Eden Trip/27

Across the high plains the sky is bigger than your imagination, the grasses grow wild if allowed, the birds press themselves happily against the wind, and the mowers flash lights as they trim the shoulders of the road. Their sign reads: When the lights flash on the shoulder, move the truck over. We moved our silver Japanese almost truck over several times along our 600 mile jaunt across North Dakota. Even the ubiquitous road construction offered little in the way of obstruction, mostly likely because the republican politicians we saw taking credit for the infrastructure improvements. A few of them were standing on their votes, waving gratuitously as we drove by. But none of that compares to our arrival in Fargo. Wow! Once again, our accommodations are pleasant. In fact, the shower was a 12 out of 10 because of the raining head and the high water pressure. As nice as that felt, it was nothing compared to our dinner at the Blackbird Pizza Parlor in downtown Fargo. We've always felt the pizza we made in our backyard oven was pretty good. Just another life lesson that no matter how good we are, we're all just standing in line. Tonight's pizza was the best we have ever eaten, and it was the dough that separated ours from theirs. I'm still in awe of its lightness and crispness.  Not only that, but after dinner we ran across Fargo's Thursday Night Bazaar, a local market filled with roaming Elizabethan characters, aerial acts, food booths, crafts, and artisans of all kinds. Most splendid was the harp quartet playing soothing music in front of an appreciative crowd and some unconcerned children frolicking in front of the stage. One of the most enjoyable things about traveling this great nation is running across surprising joys and everyday miracles. It makes for appreciating that life is good, especially today.

The road goes ever on.

Lunch time with the Cager. I'm down this month by $1.29.

Early summer in the Dakotas may belie the cold winters and hot humid summers, but today was a little bit of perfect.

I'd make another trip to Fargo just to eat here again.

A splash of olive oil, béchamel, granny smith apples, home made sausage topped with fresh sage. Outstanding!!!

Local brew, too.

This oven cooked our pizza in less than seven minutes.

Heaven can wait. Bring on the harps.

It's good be on the road again. Heading the the U.P. tomorrow.