Day 4- Bates, Beauty & Beyond

We left the Bates Motel

(Yesterday's post)

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..

(It was just that kinda day being

as I only had about 3 hours sleep

and now everything I owned

smelled like old smoke)

As you can see-he firmly

PLANTED HIMSELF.

Doesn't that HURT? I asked

ever-so-nicely...

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

Keeweenaw Lodge

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...

oh-wait..

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.

Guess what?

If we lose ALL three balls

we can go home early.

Guess which option I am hoping for.

*sigh*

Here we are on the

DOG LEG..

What kind of idiot named

a green piece of mowed ground that

hooks around a

DOG LEG?

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..

WHOOPPEEE...

We are down to only one ball!

Now we are guarding our last ball

very carefully.

We MUST NOT LOSE this ball.

While we are

s-l-o-w-i-n-g

down to take our time so we

don't lose our last ball

I have time to make friends with

Chuckles The Chipmunk

(I called him Scrappy the squirrel

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
because you-know-who

is a bit squirrely himself.

(oh--see how changing that squirrel

to a chipmunk ruined all my little puns?)

The day ended as dusk settled over

the golf course.

One night in Copper Harbor

and tomorrow..

if you promise not drive me

off-course with your whining

I will tell you about our trip to: