Camping (again)
Heather and I returned safely from our camping trip to Gooseberry Falls. No major problems. But a few minor ones. Pictures are, as usual, on the Vacation Photos page.

The first day we were up there was cloudy and drizzly. We were glad our tent had a screen porch that we could sit in instead of having to sit in the tent all day. The tent had some minor leaks but nothing major. We just need to seam seal some of the seams.

The rain also gave us a chance to go into town and do the little sight-seeing that Two Harbors, MN has to offer. Basically we went down to the harbor break wall and browsed the lighthouse gift shop. We didn't remember to bring the camera but we stopped quick on our way home and took some photos here.

Fortunately, the second day of our vacation was much nicer, sunny and upper 70s. We took advantage of this by hiking on the paths along the falls. I took many pictures. Heather eventually gave me crap about all the pictures I was taking of the falls, uttering things like "Another waterfall picture." Well yeah. You go to Gooseberry Falls, you are going to take pictures of the falls. It's not like I'm wasting film or there is any chance of me running out of space on my memory card.

Anyway, after our hike we needed to run into Two Harbors again. Heather needed coffee. So if anyone can recommend a good camping coffee pot, I'd appreciate it. You know how to reach me. Happy Actually I've been looking to find one that would plug into the cigarette lighter in the truck. I'm trying to avoid having to build a fire in the morning and we don't own a camping stove.

Our afternoon consisted of reading down by the lake. I have to say that Lake Superior is one of the most beautiful place on earth. I've always loved the endlessness of large bodies of water. They just aren't very common in Wisconsin. But back to our reading, I must say that the first 50 pages of The Tale of Despereaux are quite intriguing. I really should finish the book one of these days. Heather was reading The Birth of Venus. She says it was very good. Although she was also giving me crap about reading a book from the library at my K-6 school.

That brings us to our next minor problem, our neighbors that night. They were probably about 5 minutes out of high school and I could have swore the one girl had Tourette's Syndrome. She'd just scream randomly. After a while I realized she was just one of those people who talk really loud all the time. The worst part was that they must have said/screamed "a dingo ate my baby" about 8 THOUSAND times. They finally shut up (kind of) around 10:30 p.m. Of course it was a short night as they woke us up at 5 a.m.

That was our last night though. Good thing too. The lady in the camping office said they were staying another night. She told me that after I suggested that if they were staying another night, that a ranger go talk to them about their volume and when quiet hours begin. Yes, I'm getting old. But I don't think being young entitles you to behave like a complete tard.
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