Derek and I were SO EXCITED about this excursion. Today was the day we drove to Lake Superior to go agate and yooperlite hunting. In true us fashion, we did not get on the road exactly when we wanted to, but we were only an hour behind, so not too bad.
It was foggy as fuck out:
And I initially thought nothing of it as far as concern for how the lake would be until we stopped about halfway through our trip and I saw snow EVERYWHERE. Apparently there had been a dece little snow storm, and I was suddenly worried the lake would be frozen over and our trip would be foiled. Good news from the future: It wasn't!
Derek chose a place called Little Girl's Point (...ew, potentially?) and our intention was to stop here first and mosey on over to two other locations, but that is not at all what happened. We stayed here the whole time. We arrived at around 2, which gave us really only 2.5 hours of light, and we got VERY wrapped up in rocks.
There's the love of my life, looking for Yooperlites! I took this photo while putting on eight pairs of socks and my wooly boots, because it was truly cold as fuck out.
I was trying to call out to Derek that a bald eagle was flying directly overhead, but he could not hear me over the sound of the waves and his hat covering his ears. I took a terrible picture of it for posterity.
We were enveloped for the entire 2.5 hours of our entire proposed rock hounding time. I thought every single rock was a treasure, and Derek was being more discerning. I walked away with literally dozens of rocks, Derek was more particular. I told him we needed to go, since we still had a 4.5 hour drive home, and then we had to wake up early to leave tomorrow to go home, and he said I was right but then spent another 45 minutes looking for yooperlites. We did quarrel about that in the car on the way home, but oh well. Sunset was GLORIOUS.
Thank you, Michigan, for a lovely time!
On our way home, we tried to figure out where to eat and ended up asking Heather if she'd pick up Ha Long Bay for us because we'd get back too late to pick it up ourselves. Allison grabbed it for us and left us a lovely little note on the bag:
During the drive, we decided that we would change up our proposed route home and instead leave early in the AM, head to Woodman's for cheese curds, then drive to Milwaukee and go rock hounding on Lake Michigan, then stop in Chicago for lunch at our favorite dim sum house, and THEN drive home. We'd arrive late, but thoroughly blissed out on rock hounding. And just as we were about to arrive back at the condo, I noticed this street sign and was perplexed at how to pronounce it:
...wat.
Derek and I ate our dinner, I showered, he played with his rocks. I packed our suitcase, he played with his rocks. And then we went to bed, super excited for our busy day ahead and the long, re-routed trip home.
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