June 11, 2013. The Woods Are Lovely, Dark and Deep.

 

 

 

 

 

 

June 11, 2013. The Woods Are Lovely, Dark and Deep.  Robert Frost created images with words.  The title to today's entry is from his poem, Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening.  The poem came to mind as we biked by woods, lovely, dark and deep after the clouds cleared today. 

 

It rained most of the afternoon and we were confined to Harvey.  It wasn't bad.  I caught up on work and Annie piddled and read some.  About 5:00 PM, the rain stopped and the clouds rolled away resulting in a beautiful sky over Lake Superior.  We mounted up and biked around the campground for an hour.  I thought we were cruising along at a pretty good clip until two boys zipped past us like a freight train past a hobo.  As if zipping by us wasn't enough, one of them was riding with no hands on the handle bars.  Show-off. 

 

Others in camp sought the evening's fresh air.  Couples were walking and talking between campsites.  One could sense the universal need to escape the confinement of their camping units. 

 

After we arrived yesterday, the two young men in the bottom photo moved into the campsite behind us.  I watched out the back window as they set up camp with remarkable efficiency.  There was no wasted motion.  Each set about his task as though he'd done it a hundred times before.  In fifteen minutes, they had their tent erected, covered by a large canopy.  They unpacked their personal gear and moved them into the protection of the tent.  They started a fire and began to cook dinner, all in the first fifteen minutes. 

 

The older of the two men is named Joe.  His younger companion is Sean.  They are iron workers away from home working on the construction of a wing on the local hospital.  Joe is in his late twenties and is married to a woman from Juneau, Alaska.  He and she were house parents at a young men's home in Virginia and Sean was one of their charges.  Sean now lives with them and Joe has taught him the skills to be an iron worker.  Pretty neat story.   

 

I complimented them on their camping prowess.  They shrugged off my compliment by saying it is much cheaper than a hotel.  Someday, Joe hopes to save enough money to have a Roadtrek.  I expect he will do just that. 

 

Tomorrow, on to Tahquamenon Falls State Park.  It is about an hour west of here.  From there, we'll start back south.  Each mile we travel will bring us closer to home.  We are in no hurry, though.  You knew that, didn't you.