Thursday June 20, 2013 ----------- Day 19, our second day in Grand Marais ------------- Total 506 miles

Time for a breather after our 79 mile trek yesterday ---- wouldn't want to over do it!  It had rained overnight as predicted and continued off and on throughout the day.  We shared our morning coffee with not 2, but 3 Loons cruising by between the boat and the shore.



We later found the 4th one up on the sand.




The 9 N Ford, circa 1941,  is as rare a sight as the Loons!



What a handsome guy!



During a lull in the action, Garry and I took a walk into town, making the first of what would be 5 trips to the post office --- don't ask!  On the first stop, the post mistress was out to lunch, of course.  In the meantime, we asked a local fellow where we might buy some fresh Lake Superior whitefish to cook for dinner.  He directed us to a local diner/deli/gift shop around the corner.  Picture a Victorian house with a retired railroad dining car crosswise instead of a front porch -- sounds weird, but it worked.  So we went in and found a unique little retro diner.  We got our whitefish, some local wild blueberry jam, and then spotted the old style fountain milkshakes.  Lunch!
Then back to the post office --- it would take 3 more trips to get the appropriate packing material, etc. to get a package for Millie, cards and a money order all on their way --- sheesh!

Doug and Jan were off on a bike ride and got back in time to pick up dessert at the Farmer's Market.  Then it was time for cocktails on Day Dreams and a beautiful whitefish dinner aboard Waterford.

Mmmmmmm!  As they say in Lake Erie, "so fresh it slept in the lake last night". 








After dinner, we had a little excitement.  As the skies darkened, this 72 foot government ship decided to pull in for the night -- into the dock behind the four of us already tied up there.  Never mind that the depth at that end of the dock is 8 feet and he draws 11, and, oh by the way, there's not 72 feet of dock space left!!  He figured it out after nudging into the sand on the approach, then backed out and dropped the hook like he should have in the first place -- duh!  Another training exercise???