On Sunday we got up, shook out the tent and started packing up. The night before it had POURED. It was an honest to goodness downpour, bordering on monsoon. Being the sloppy campers we are, some things got wet, but it was nothing that wouldn't dry. Things like camp chairs, a towel, some jerseys, etc.
We met Lyle and Kelly to pick up breakfast and then hit up Presque Isle for a picnic.
After putting away our bagels, we wandered around for a while. No albino deer spotted, unfortunately, but we got a lot in. We walked out toward the lighthouse, but were eventually deterred by the number of bugs.
After that, we drove a little further out and walked around on the huge rocks by the shore.
Don't let the overcast skies fool you- it was hot and muggy out! Word on the streets was that this was the hottest it had gotten all year. I eyed the swimmers we passed by enviously and decided that if someone would join me, I'd be going in. One little sentence was all it took, and go in we did!
Here's Cale, jumping in.
And here's me, taking the plunge.
In the second photo, you can see the cliff wasn't quite as tall as it looks in the first :( Do you still think I'm brave?
My goodness was the water cold. Basically everyone who jumped in came up yelling. I knew it was going to be cold but, well, it was really cold. There wasn't much getting acclimated to it.
A while later, the sun came out and we dried out on a small 'private' beach. Alas, all too soon it was time to get back in the car and head for home. Marquette, we'll miss you.
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