

Mark and I recently returned from a vacation up north. We traveled with Mom and Dad for a day to the Upper Penninsula and enjoyed being a little silly (wolf picture), viewing some beautiful nature (Bond Falls & the Porcupine Mountains), and getting away from the heat (Rhinelander was even hot during the hot spell!).

Bond Falls

Thank you, Mom and Dad, for hosting our stay!

Dad watched patiently as I tried rather impatiently to get photos of some busy dragonflies.

The dragonflies paused briefly on the blade of grass in the middle of this photo.

Pretty

Mom and Dad

We saw this heron as we were driving away from the Bond Falls.

After a couple minutes, it flew away. I like this picture because it shows how impressive the wingspan is and how the wings can bend and flex while flying.

As we drove to the Porcupine Mountains, we stopped by Lake Superior to dabble our toes in the water. The temperature drop was quite significant when we were driving by the lake--it went from 92 degrees to 76 degrees!

Mark stands next to Lake Superior and in front of the Porkies.

This sandstone rock is the epitome of my memories of going to Lake Superior as a kid. I loved these marbled rocks and would try to "sneak" some in my pockets...I wonder how many Mom picked out of the washing machine! Sorry, Mom.

Dad admiring the soft, warm sand.

Mom and I goofing around as per usual.

Lake of the Clouds. Neither Mark nor I had been here for many years, and never together. It was just as breathtaking as I remember it was as a kid. What a gem.

Don't worry, Mark assisted Mom down this rather treachorous pathway.

If you look carefully, you can see two people standing at the top of this cliff. It is rather steep.

Look at this handsome fella who was quite cooperative and posed so nicely for me.

Can you spot the fawn peaking so keenly at me through the brush close to Mom and Dad's house?

Mom

King Romeo on his throne