When I was a kid, my older brother introduced me to a Canadian artist named Gordon Lightfoot. He had lots of great songs, but my favorite was Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald. Maybe some of my fascination with the Great Lakes comes from there; I'm not sure. But I have to tell you that we have listened to that song at least a dozen times since we got here.
I told you that we visited most of the little bays up and down Door County, but one that we missed was Whitefish Bay. Now I know that it isn't the Whitefish Bay from the song because the freighter actually went down on Lake Superior in Canadian waters, but since the borders are closed, this is the closest Whitefish Bay I am going to find on this trip.
We drove around looking for someplace to get down to the water until we came upon a tiny break in the private beaches. It was just wide enough for a two-lane road and it ended with a tiny dock. Strangely, it had sort of a broken-down fabricated chair right beneath the Whitefish Bay sign.
After some pics, I announced to my sweetie that I was going out on the dock. I expected him to protest, but instead he followed me as we made our way carefully through the crusted snow until we were standing over the rippling, green water.
It was our last night at Egg Harbor and we didn't want to miss anything. My sweetie decided we needed "just one more bay..." (he had been hearing that all week), so our final stop was Lily Bay. Once again, it was difficult to find our way through the private driveways so we could get near the water. Finally, we found a boat landing.
It was sort of weird to think that we could just walk right down into that cold water. Not that we did...we got as close as we dared without actually getting our feet wet.
Tomorrow we drive across Wisconsin to Michigan so that we can see Lake Superior.
You have probably realized by now that we are not as young as we used to be. That said, after nearly a week of crazy travel activity, we needed a day to just stay in our room and rest. Except that neither one of us really knows how to rest.
Remember when we were in Oregon? We started a new tradition of doing a craft while we are on vacation. That was easy for me because I usually have something with me. I actually have two somethings with me. I just finished crocheting this baby blanket.
I also brought the Dog Walker's scout patch blanket and I have about 1/3 of the patches sewn on. My sweetie also chose to do something for the Dog Walker and since he was able to plan it before we left home; he hand-tooled a leather belt. I wanted to put in a pic for you, but he finished it up and stowed it away in the big suitcase and it is totally packed and ready to go home.
After we spent the day together watching movies and crafting, we got dressed up and went to dinner at Carrrington Pub and Grill. Back in the day, this was a super fancy place, but since there were very few guests at the Landmark Resort, it is a little more kickback.
We loved watching the sunset on Green Bay while we ate their award-winning cherry ribs.
Our condo has a huge hot tub in each building that is open 24 hours. We soaked for a good half hour before we settled in for the night.
We pulled some of those little magazines off the rack in our condo looking for something fun and that is when we saw the restaurant with the "goats on the roof." After a little more digging, we discovered that there were several small townships all named after places in Europe... Denmark, Luxembourg... but the most interesting one to me was called Ephraim, the name of my hometown.
So we planned a trip around the peninsula, starting with our own Egg Harbor. My sweetie took me as close to the water/ice in every bay we could find.
When we got to the restaurant, we were sad (but not surprised) to see that there were not any goats on the roof. They said there was too much snow and the grass was actually dormant... but we decided to eat there anyway.
As it turned out, the food wasn't our favorite, but we had fun in the gift shop. My sweetie bought me a pair of clogs. I haven't had a pair since I was a child and they didn't have wooden heels.
We criss-crossed the peninsula, visiting half a dozen more little bays, some frozen, some not.
I don't think I could ever get tired of this beautiful place.
