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MMMM. Coffee.
We went to the "Java Moose" in Grand Marais that morning. All was good except there was just one thing missing from the experience: a Starbucks across the street. Oh well, maybe they'll get lucky one day soon.
Afterwards we made our way to the Temperance River. We listened to some cool classical shit on the way there and i even riffed a little bit with my beautiful voice - to make that fuckin' classic shit even more kick-ass, fucking beautiful. And it did.
Well, after we parked we embarked on our journey along the temperance river. Not the way i wanted to go however. I wanted to go to the shore, but Mike and Pat had another thing in mind. We would first follow the river upstream.
The following pictures are of a small lake formed by the river. I think you can actually see it from the satellite image of the map i linked to up above for "Temperance River" - pretty cool.
Michael urging us on:
(Photo By Pat S. - Click To Enlarge)
A view from inside the cavern:
And another view...wait what's this? Looks like Mike and Pat have stumbled upon something interesting...
Here is what they stumbled upon:
Why it's a cute little baby deer taking a nap in the snow:
We tried to wake it up but soon discovered it wasn't really sleeping at all!
It was with the angels now. So in recognition of this and as something of a memorial, i had mike make a snow angel next to this cute little snow angel.
Of course he did so reluctantly but, regardless of Mike's poor attitude, i'm sure the deer-angel, who is now taking sweet naps in heaven, still appreciated the gesture nonetheless.
By the way, in the picture a few up from this one, you can clearly see that mike has the numbers "666" written across the back of his jump-suit (EEEEEEEVIL!).
This explains, to me anyway, why he must have been so resistant to showing respect for the dead.
Here is a pretty cool panoramic Pat took inside this cavern. The left is the ground, the center is looking directly up, and the right is the ground again.
In contrast, here is my sorry attempt to portray where we were:
Here is another glaring difference between our two cameras. the following was taken with my camera:
And this one was taken with his, In the exact same spot:
Well, while I was down there with Pat comparing cameras, consumed with embarassment by my relatively small pic size, Mike has already taken off - remember he was already throwing snowballs at me from above by this point.
So we headed out to go look for Mike...
On our way out I took it upon myself to test the weight of the earth above me inside a small cave.
Yup, pretty heavy, I can't budge it.
And here is pat after taking that photo now reasonably convinced that the ground above me can't be lifted by, even, my mighty strength:
Here is where we were down below. In fact i took this picture from where Mike was throwing snowballs at me. I was somewhere near the center of this photo. The hole to the right, made by the falls went down to the liquid water that was still flowing about 10-15 ft below where i was standing. I made sure not to slip into that.
Here's just a cool little bridge that we will soon walk over in our efforts to find Mike.
Not too hard since there are tracks to follow.
And here is that same place with Pat in the Picture, taking a Picture.
Now. To find Mike...
2 comments:
Bambi?!?
huh???
Bambi?
You mean Bambi Woods from the 1978 pornographic film "Debbie Does Dallas"?
What does she have to do with any of this? I tell a story of a wholesome hiking adventure and you can't get your mind off of the porn.
You need to get Chris to pay more attention to what you're watching these days. First Adam buys you Bratz dolls and now your watching pornography? This is a little disturbing.
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