ONWARD:

to Grand Marais! Why not?

The rain had subsided.

On and off, the sun peeked through the clouds.


We both felt up to an hour-long drive farther north. Exploration has always been our motto while on tour. So, why stop and relax now?

Our challenge was informing Paka and Grammy of our intent to overnight from this remote area. Eventually, Dan got cell phone access to say: We're on our way to Grand Marais (mar-ay).

Next, we needed lodging, preferably on the way back to Duluth for a shorter run home Sunday. Dan gave his new Blackberry a workout, using its GPS to locate a couple resort phone numbers and call for availability and price.



Parked on a Grand Marais street, from the front seat of our car, he secured a reasonably-priced room for this very night over the phone with credit card approval.


Technological convenience...




Let

the

fun

continue!










On















the















shores;








and




in










the

stores.





(Say, where is my hard-covered copy I loaned out last year?)


Dan was most impressed with Ben Franklin.

This Grand Marais outlet can outfit anyone with most anything from Norwegian-imported sweaters to Woolrich flannels to Australian Outback boots to kitchen utensils, match sticks and much more. Call it: an old-fashioned general store!




For dinner,
we dined
alfresco at
The Wild
Onion Café.


While Dan sipped
his raspberry lemonade
and waited for our
Lake Superior Herring
dinner to arrive,


I
hustled
across
the
street
for a
memory
shot.



As
the
moon
rose
over
a
cottage
on
the
bay,


we
departed
Grand
Marais.

Onward: Back!