All day yesterday we saw those huge autumn wheeling flocks of blackbirds. Lift and settle, lift, wheel and settle. This morning we are getting ready to leave Moose Lake, Minnesota. Now the terrain is very much like Michigan, scrubby twiggy untidy mixed forests and open fields. More lakes here, though. We have reserved a room in Marquette for tonight; the nice place we stayed before (with the small-scale Russian chapel and the lovely gardens) is full, but this one is supposed to have a view of Lake Superior. These views are often across a highway, making it impossible to walk there. The dogs are being pretty good and S is really enjoying their little quirks of behavior. It's a waffle motel, now I'm going to go and bake one.