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09/24/09 - (3)
Southern-Shore Odyssey
Getting a way-too-late start on this midweek day, For letting the water spirits on Chequamegon Bay Fascinate me into protracted contemplation of native lore,
I dress in jeans, flannel shirt, hiking shoes. Determined to make my return journey to Lake Nebagamon A modern-day odyssey,
I begin at Gruenke's, in downtown Bayfield, With three steaming blueberry pancakes, syrup, decaf, Then head south, along Lake Superior, to Washburn,
Where I buy Loon Magic, at Chequamegon Books, Stop at Coco, to purchase a baguette, Then drive back north, to the orchards above Bayfield.
Arriving at Blue Vista Farm, I set about picking redfree apples — Two half bushels, weighing twenty pounds each — Which I intend, come Saturday, to make into applesauce.
With my fruit stashed securely in the car's trunk, I'm off, again, easterly, toward unincorporated Cornucopia, A village on Siskiwit Bay's sandy shore,
Boasting a modest marina, boat-repair facility, Halvorson Fisheries, O'Bryon's and Fish Lipps restaurants, And Ehlers early-twentieth-century general store, Offering hardware, groceries, deli takeout, Where I pay for a small plastic tub of homemade hummus, Which, once by the water, I spread on my artisan bread,
Before resuming my drive, for another forty-five minutes, And reaching the dirt road leading to the mouth of the Brule, Flowing slowly into the mother of all freshwater lakes.
By this time, a palette of twilight is at my back. I climb down the dunes, to the rocky beach, admire the wilds, Watch a great blue heron wade along the river's banks,
Foraging, with primeval precision, for its afternoon catch. By 5:45, I'm back at my cabin, Glad to have had a brief retreat from my brief retreat.
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