June 4, 2012, FJ McLain State Park on Lake Superior. We bid farewell to Peninsula State Park last night as the sun settled over the Green Bay. You know today was a travel day by the picture of the barn, above. You will be happy that I selected only one barn of the dozen or so that I shot. I really like old barns, if you haven't guessed by now. It is an affection that stems from the hours and hours of playing in the old Renard barn near Dixie, Arkansas. There is nothing quite so good for a young boy as a barn to work and play in.
It was a gentle six-hour drive to McLain State Park. A moose posed for us along the highway while he was lunching in a bog. It was a juvenile moose or his antlers just haven't grown to full size yet. I am inclined to think the latter, because he was packing some pretty good size. He responded to my horse whistle and gave me a full face shot before we pulled away. The moose was never nearer than the length of a football field from the car. You'd have thought he was tapping on the windshield the way Annie carried on. "Those things are dangerous! Malachi, you get in this car immediately. Look, he's dropping his head. He's going to charge!! Get in here, you knucklehead!!!" That Annie, she's such a hoot.
We are camped right on the lake. We walked the length of the campground tonight and struck up a couple of conversations with other campers. One couple is a retired engineer and retired botanist. Another was from Grand Rapids. Both were camping in Roadtreks. Both were gregarious and interesting. We picked up some tips for camping in the north. It is beginning to look more and more like we may stay in the States rather than cross over into Canada. We have a few days to decide, so there's no rush. That is one of my favorite things about road trips. There is always no rush.
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