Yooper
We're headed off to the UP, after Steve takes his final exam and we pack up the car. We're headed to our favorite National Forest Service campground on the shores of Whitefish Bay on Lake Superior. (Yes, that Whitefish Bay, of the Edmund Fitzgerald song.) Heavily forested, secluded, white sand beaches for miles, half acre primitive campsites but with drinking water available. Sounds wonderful until I checked the weather forecast - highs in the low 60s, lows in the low 40s, strong winds, constant rain with a few thunderstorms. The campsites are right on the lake so temps will be lower and winds stronger.
So posting will be non-existent until I get back and thaw out my fingers.
SANITY UPDATE: After discussing the weather forecast, we cancelled the trip. Who wants to spend four days in a wet, cold tent with two teenagers, a lab and spouse? Day trips are in the planning stage now.
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