May 12, 2017. The Bakery and Biking.

May 12, 2017.  The Bakery and Biking.  I mentioned our trip to the bakery in search of a stronger Internet signal.  I think we were the first customers there.  The bakery's specialty is Corsica bread.  It is a pound and a half loaf of French bread with baked-in olive oil.  It is truly decadent.  The bread sells for about $10.00 per pound.

The bread wasn't enough,  We also purchased a cherry cobbler, a lemon square, a kolache, a French cruller and an alligator - a maple nut goodie.  We left with a full-sized paper grocery bag filled with $30.16 worth of baked goods.  As I type this, all but the Corsica loaf is gone.  Anything worth doing is worth overdoing.

We met a man from Neenah, WI, this evening on the pier.  He and his wife stay here in the spring and the fall of each year.  There was a swarm of flying bugs between the campsite and the pier.  Again, we thought they were mosquitoes.  However, the Neenah man told us they are harmless lake flies.  Annoying he said they are, but they don't bite.  That's good to know.  Several have made their way into Harvey and I don't want any mosquito bites.  They probably aren't going to make it out alive anyway.  Annie is on the prowl with a fly swatter.

The good thing, if there is a good thing, about the lake flies, is that they are a food source for warblers.  Don't ask me what kind of warblers.  I don't know.  I do know that there are about two dozen different varieties.  I also know that warblers are favorites of birders.  There are about a dozen strange-looking people lurking around the campground.  They are wearing double-billed hats, carrying binoculars, cameras and tripods.  Some cameras have lenses which must have cost several thousand dollars.  They are enormous.

To burn off some of the calories from the baked goods, we biked for about an hour.  Annie had a high-speed, high-impact accident.  She was zooming around a tight turn at speeds in excess of 2 MPH.  I heard a metallic sound followed by a grown.  I looked back and Annie was under her bike, on the ground.  Gallant knight that I am, I stopped and went to her aid.  I lifted her bicycle off her and started to help her up.  "I can do it myself!" she exclaimed with little, if any, gratitude.

In her defense, since her double-knee replacement, she has developed a way to get up that is uniquely hers.  From a seated position, she rolls onto her hands and feet.  She walks the four limbs toward each other until she looks like an inverted "V."  She then straightens up and, voila, she is upright.  It is an amazing thing to witness.  She dusted herself off and got back on the bike.  I was proud of her.

Today's pictures feature churches in Door County and fishermen hoping to catch smallmouth bass.  The bass are spawning in a cove of Lake Michigan behind our campsite.  I like the pictures.  I hope you do, too.

Goodnight.