September 4th, 2021
In saving my planning for the last minute, I failed to check one crucial thing: the weather where I was headed. As it turns out, the weather made itself all too clear to me within hours of going to sleep. Rain pounded upon the top of my tent, waking me up at 3 AM. The little rivers of water sloshed about the rocks as I watched out the little flap in the door.
The rain had not ceased by morning. I decided to head into town and get breakfast, stopping at a little diner in Paradise, MI.
Breakfast was two eggs, sunny-side up, with wheat toast. I can't say it was one of the better breakfasts I've had at a small-town diner. But it was okay, at least. I headed back to camp after waiting around a bit for my ebooks to download, and then proceeded to sit around in my tent for a few hours while it continued to rain.
Eventually I got tired of sitting around trying to read my book in the rain, so I drove a couple miles to the upper falls and stopped in a pub for dinner.
Giant stainless-steel tanks lined the wall behind the bar:
I'm not very experienced with ordering drinks, but I really wanted to try the blueberry vodka, which I had mixed with a little lemonade. What a fun taste! I was thinking of taking some home with me, but it seems like they aren't doing that these days due to some interruptions in the supply chain for wheat/barley. Too bad... Could've made for a great Christmas gift.
There was a bit of a wait to get seated — not surprising, of course, as here in America it was Memorial Day weekend.
I ordered Lake Superior whitefish, lightly breaded, with a side of tomato-basil soup and a baked potato (with sour cream).
After dinner I went outside to sit by the fire for a little while to let the alcohol wear off before I headed back to camp.
I pulled up a rocking chair and talked with a fellow that sat by me about various things. He was heading back to New York and passing through Canada on the way there. Sounds like he's trying to find his way in life.
The rain continued throughout the night.