Last summer on a very hot 98 degree day in northern Wisconsin, Fisherhubby and I - - -
Took a drive along the southern shore of Lake Superior.
This largest of the Great Lakes, also known in Chippewa tribal Lore as Gitche Gumee (Big-Water), is such a vast body of water it feels like a sea.
It even has sea-worthy vessels which sail upon it.
If you are as old as am I, you may remember the Gordon Lightfoot song from the '70's which commemorated the sinking of the Edmund Fitzgerald.
'Tis difficult for me to drive along this shore without thinking of that song and wondering what ghosts lie beneath its deep icy waters.
Suddenly we rounded a bend and found ourselves in Bayfield, Wisconsin.
What a quaint "sea-going" village with streets that run down to the water on two sides.
With houses, halls, and chapels overlooking the bay.
I've never been to California, but it seemed to me that this town right in the heart of the midwest had a California village "flair".
We found a delightful old historic Inn where we partook of lunch.
I kept expecting a "highwayman" or the Ghost of the Edmund Fitzgerald Captain to belly up to the bar and demand a pint.
Of course I have no idea what I'm talking about since I've never bellied up to any bar in my LIFE - - - except to sip a coke and watch a college football game when there were no other TVs to be had.
Bayfield is the "casting off" point for day trips to the Apostle Islands
And Madeline Island.We even saw a sailing ship - tall ship - in the harbor.
Someday I'd like to return to Bayfield, spend the night at the old Inn, tour the Apostle Islands, and take a ride out to Madeline.
Won't you come along?