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.
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.)
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