For some reason my husband has gotten a bug...not the sickly kind but the "I'm so sick of where we live, we need to move" kind. So when the weather isn't sweltering hot, we go on these weekend adventures.
A couple of weekends ago we went to visit our youngest. He had moved the weekend before and I think "dad" needed a kid-fix. So David (my hubby), Zach (my oldest) and myself hoped into the truck and headed north. We picked up Tommy at his new digs and headed out.
The first place my husband wanted to see was a property with a log cabin that he's been following for over a year. Talk about a little obsessed about moving away from the city, this place was it. After about 3 hours of driving around in the woods on old logging roads that were overgrown by thick brush and small saplings, we went back to the main road and started over. After taking control of the plat map and gauging the mileage I finally got us to the 'trail' to the cabin.
Now I don't mind remote. I grew up on a farm with plenty of space to run around. My husband grew up in the Northwoods with thousands to acres to get lost in, but this was a little extreme. It would be another 100 years before electricity, telephone and even water are ever accessible. We had to jump a creek and climb up over glacier stones (large, flat, and deposited in the middle of nowhere) to get to the cabin.
It was a one room cabin built on top of a large glacier stone with a wood stove smack dab in the middle of the room. Ok...no worries, I like simple but the work to bring in water, telephone (there was no cellphone service this far out, I checked), and electricity would be expensive. So we wandered around exploring for a while and headed back to the truck.
Continue reading about our adventures after the break.
Continue reading after the break.
As we started out we heard thunder rolling in the hills but didn't worry until the heavens opened up and someone poured a large bucket of water on us. By the time we made it to the truck we were soaked to the skin. (Thankfully we had brought towels with us.) I had twisted my ankle (it was turning a lovely shade of purple). We were all "creepy-crawly" with ticks and the mosquito stings were swelling up to the size of golf balls. We were giggling so hard no one noticed David had left his glasses on the picnic table back at the cabin until we got back to the main road. So we turned around and drove back to creek. While the boys ran to get "Dad's" glasses David and I were laughing about our "adventures".
As we drove out of the woods, the clouds parted and the sun came out...figures.
We did see two big bucks but because I was still drying off, I didn't get pictures. We did get a picture of this pretty doe. We assumed she had a fawn nearby as she didn't move when we drove up. Needless to say...the "boys" got excited about all the deer we were seeing.
The next place was just off a county road so electricity, telephone, and water were easily accessible. It too was a little one room cabin with lots of acreage to build a bigger home. A little more to my future tastes.
The third place was waaay of the beaten path. We passed a place with an old Family and Children Dentistry sign. No big deal, right? Wrong, there were three saws and an axe hung next to it. It freaked out the boys just a little. I never did get pictures of it.
After walking about 2 miles on my twisted ankle, I couldn't walk any further so Tommy and I headed back to the truck. While I waited for David and Zach to get back I took pictures of the flora and fauna around the area.
Since the kids were such good sports, we called in an order-to-go from Grandma's Saloon and Grill. If you ever get the chance to visit Duluth, Minnesota, I highly recommend going to eat at Grandma's. Their portions are large enough to feed these three without them stealing from my plate and their prices are reasonable.