We left the Bates Motel
and headed up to the Porcupine Mountains.
It was a gorgeous Fall day but
we had missed the high color Season
by a few days.
My friend, Donna, over at
My Shabby Chateau was there
the week before me...You can
see her gorgeous pictures here.
That's the difference between a
photographer and me.
Uh-huh- she takes great snaps
and I draw with my mouth..
(some of you will figure that out)
If you haven't discovered her yet-
You will love her-I promise.
Anyway-here is what we saw
as we drove the turn around and
did a bit of rock jumping to
get to the edge to see
The Lake In The Clouds.Don't jump- I told MyHero as I
gently bumped him towards the edge..
as I only had about 3 hours sleep
and now everything I owned
smelled like old smoke)
As you can see-he firmly
Doesn't that HURT? I asked
I couldn't figure out if he was smiling
or grimacing with pain.
No response...as usualWe couldn't stay here too long because
we had to HURRY to get to
so MyHero could golf..
We were there last month and he
didn't golf...but today was the day...
We decided he would golf and
I could DRIVE the cart
(see-I told you I always drive)
around while he golfed.
My job was to watch where his ball went
which-let me tell you-
is no easy task.
Here he is-trying for a home run...
that's our other favorite sport.
Now, I'm not saying
that he's a s-l-o-w golfer..
but I'm pretty sure that when we first
pulled up to this spot..
there was NO tree growing from the stump.About 5 minutes later we were walking
around in these leaves looking for his golf ball.
Uh-huh. He only had 3 balls to start with..
and the ProShop was closed.
(They might've opened for the pros..
but they were closed for us)
Hmmm...okay we are now down to 2 balls.
If we lose ALL three balls
we can go home early.
Guess which option I am hoping for.
Here we are on the
What kind of idiot named
a green piece of mowed ground that
hooks around a
Hmmm...the GOOD thing
about this is...
See all those trees off behind us?
There are more like that off
to the side of us..
We are down to only one ball!
Now we are guarding our last ball
We MUST NOT LOSE this ball.
While we are
down to take our time so we
don't lose our last ball
I have time to make friends with
Chuckles The Chipmunk
until SOMEONE pointed out to me
that he was a Chipmunk NOT
a squirrel and I always think I am
so darned funny and I don't know
the difference between a chipmunk and
a squirrel..well..let me tell you, buddy..
I don't care...and
He seems to abhor
people that watch him.
He told me as much in
scratchy little chippy language.
I understood him perfectly
I understood him perfectly
is a bit squirrely himself.
to a chipmunk ruined all my little puns?)
The day ended as dusk settled over
the golf course.
One night in Copper Harbor
if you promise not drive me
off-course with your whining
I will tell you about our trip to: