The fields were white with frost this morning;
the poor pot of pansies was frosted on the porch.
There was so much moisture in the air that the deer are in soft focus
as they nibble on a strip of grass missed by the mower last time.
With a lot of help from our daughter, we finished loading the car
and soon we were traveling past the big chicken in Levering
and crossing the most beautiful bridge ever, the cream-colored Mackinac!
This really doesn't do it justice! But I am fond of the little cloud at the left.
Later we stopped at an overlook with a stairway to walk down to the edge of Lake Superior.
You can see what a beautiful day it was!
I am reminded of Lorine Neidecker's small book Lake Superior, which I treasure (it is beautiful inside and out!) I described it in this earlier post. Go there now and read the short selection from her book! Too bad I don't have the book with me. It would have been perfect to look at today.
Tomorrow the journey continues; we should stop somewhere in Minnesota.