Thanks to Janine’s navigation on our summer trip (I drove for all but 15 minutes in our two weeks away) we lived to tell the tale, in her case a 5,000-plus word diary (not counting jots in a dinky notebook, written when I wasn’t scaring her spitless with ill-advised lane changes). I’ll inflict an episode or two on you in the next few entries.
One of the three nights we didn’t spend with friends and family was the first one. Our Dodge Journey trundled onto a ferry at Marblehead, Ohio, for a quick trip to Kelleys Island on Lake Erie, the northern-most U.S. island to the southern-most Canadian island. (International phone charges could apply, if you weren’t careful.) We could see the tip of Ontario from there.
Before turning in at our bed-and-breakfast, we took a 12-mile ride around the island, stopping at a nature preserve on the pretty-much-rocky island and stopping at another site which protects an impressive set of glacial grooves.
Glaciers may creep by but they ground large boulders against the rock below, creating some pretty impressive grooves.
We watched the sun dip into the horizon from a rocky spit and chowed down on lobster chowder and fish tacos.
Another thing I notice, this related to (I think) the sensor in my phone. As the sun set and I took image after image, it appeared the orb was higher on the horizon in the image than in my eye. Interesting. I think the sensor captures a different set of light rays than my eye. I’d be interested in an explanation.
More on the trip in the next entry.