Reflection of "Third Bridge" in water

Reflection of "Third Bridge" in water

You know how you travel the same roads, day after day, or month after month, or year after year?  And how many times do you actually stop the car, open the door, and go outside to explore? 

We travel “up the road” to the Houghton-Hancock area maybe 40 times a year.  Two weeks rarely pass without one of us traveling  north on US-41.  We’re headed for the Keweenaw Co-op to buy our organic vegetables or other natural foods.  Maybe we’re aimed for Walmart to purchase something we can’t find easily in Baraga County.  Or perhaps to a coffee shop (that would be me) or a restaurant (that would be both of us) or someplace else.  This year, thanks to this blog, we’ve explored more interesting places than in the previous ten years.

But we rarely simply stop several times along the way.

The problem is this:  when you see an interesting sight, you’re already past it by the time the brain registers.  You’re 50 or 100 feet down the road thinking, “Hey, that would make a great photograph!”

Today I decided to turn around at least four times, back up, get out of the car and actually take the pictures and, sometimes, explore.

The first stop:  Third Bridge.  I never knew that was the name of the bridge at the Head of the Bay, but Barry insists.  I was acting like a tourist, trying to capture the bridge reflected in the water (have wanted to do this at least a dozen times this summer but never mustered the energy to actually stop the car.)   While moving around and changing the angle of the shot, a car whizzing by on the road started honking.   So who was that person?  Which friend was it? 

Now close your eyes or scroll down the page really fast if you don’t want to see a dead coyote.  That was the next stop.  It was lying in the road across from Carla’s Restaurant.  I did a huge backing-up maneuver and walked over to the animal.  It was really sad.  It was probably just crossing the road last night and a fast-moving car clipped it and killed it.  It could have been any of us drivers.  The animals sometimes move so quickly it’s hard to see them.   However, it’s unusual to see a dead coyote on the road.

Dead coyote

Dead coyote

Next I drove by a beautiful garden filled with sunflowers waving in the breeze.  However, just kept on driving, not wanting to tun around.  So I vowed to stop on the way home, and did.  And the gardener-lady herself was working in the hot sun.  We enjoyed a lovely conversation.  She moved here seven years ago from her former residence in Ohio and is amazed about how many people appreciate her garden alongside the highway. 

Sunflowers!

Sunflowers!

A bit farther down the road, the eyes spotted a turnoff near the Keweenaw Bay which I have never explored.  Ever.  Hard to believe you can live in an area for thirty years and there’s still new places to explore!  The eyes had never seen this particular view of Lake Superior.

Fallen tree in Keweenaw Bay

Fallen tree in Keweenaw Bay

Red and brown and yellow and gray rocks littered the shore everywhere.  But the find that seemed the most interested today was green beach glass.  Don’t you love how glass looks when it’s been in the lake for a very long time?  No longer sharp and cutting, it now shines like a jewel in the sunlight.

Beach glass

Beach glass

Then…be still my heart!…the absolute best gift of the day.  Two symetrically stacked piles of stones sitting upon a log.  Oh, enchanting!  I took photos from eight different views, but like this one best:

Just look at how high that pile of flat rocks is!

Just look at how high that pile of rocks is!

My question is: did Cindy (faithful blog reader, commenter and friend) stack those rocks?  Cindy, was it you?

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