Of Rocks and Bears

While driving to a waterfall today we saw a momma black bear and her three cubs on the side of the forest-lined road. They scampered off into the bush and climbed up a tree faster than a jack rabbit on a first date. Yet to see a moose except posted on highway signs as a “Night Danger”, and all manner of sculptures, T-shirts and the like.
For rock enthusiasts, and I count myself in that group, Pebble Beach at Marathon is heaven. For centuries, Lake Superior has tumbled these stones into smooth, roundish rocks — hardly pebbles at all. So many rocks … that will have to wait for our return trip home.
We rewarded our rock restraint with a San Pellegrino float. Sooo good.Baca lagi