After visiting two state parks, we headed to Grand Portage
National Monument. Grand Portage in its
hay day was an important trading post for the Ojibwe and European fur
traders. This history is enshrined in its
museum and “living history” village exhibit, which was fascinating.
In the village, we met a canoe maker who was incredibly
knowledgeable and fascinating. Talking
to him later, we learned that he was a retired electrical engineering
professor. He and his wife have been a volunteers with the park services for
the past two years, traveling around the country and working at different
parks. The man now is knowledgeable in
technology through about four different centuries! Alex now has aspirations for what our
retirement will look like.
After visiting the monument, we made one more stop at the
Grand Portage Waterfall on the Pigeon River that separates the United States
and Canada. We were a little concerned
that we would inadvertently cross the border, but we successfully made our way
to the most wondrous of the falls we saw all day.
We finished our day at Grand Portage casino. Before our Baptist readership flip their wigs
too far, this was purely for their hotel services, not a cent of the Lord’s
money we have been entrusted to steward wisely was spent in vice. With a 6:45 departure tomorrow and no hotel
this side of the border for 60 miles, this seemed a reasonable expenditure.
It was a truly marvelous day of picking low hanging
fruit. We waited with anticipation
climbing for the more difficult, higher quality fruit the next day would
bring.
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