Fall River Summer

A welcome break from self-imposed quarantine. The Weaver and I (carefully) headed north to an Air B&B that we had booked pre-covid-19:



Being in the middle of a poplar forest with a geologically interesting river down the hill, we saw no one, we heard only animal sounds, whispering leaves and the babbling of flowing water:



On the way back we did stop in Grand Marais for coffee. The Weaver went for a stroll and I stopped in and had a chat with long-time FITK commenter Jono:



His “Stonehenge” was constructed of the same rock that I saw lining the Fall River.