I awoke while it was still dark and rushed outside to catch the dawn. I rushed back inside just as fast and added sweats over my Levi's and a fleece jacket over the one I was already wearing! As one sleepy boat owner said when I complained, "Oh, this is just to toughen you up for what's coming next month".
Pretty Bayfield from the marina on Lake Superior.
Walking and thinking, I'm glad I'm not Ruth . . .
I continued my walk through the hilly town and under The Old Iron Bridge (1912) that spans a wooded canyon . . .
. . . with a pretty nature trail for about a quarter of a mile.
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