The Daily EO: September 5th, 2012

Greetings from Grand Rapids, Minnesota and the Country Inn!
Hours Travelled:  16 hours
Kms Covered:  1368.8

I’m not talking about any tears or heartache today, so I will begin our trip 30 minutes out of Huntsville.  We stopped in Rosseau for a little pick me up in the form of a cream cheese smothered (and I mean drowning) raisin free cinnamon bun.  I got Emile a day-old sticky bun – we need to watch the budget you know.   We wrapped close to Georgian Bay this time whipping through Parry Sound and the French River area.   Last time we swung out to North Bay, and I think hugging the bay is faster.

But then again I was working on catching up on EOs and not paying full attention:

Tethering my Laptop to the Cell Phone

There is an aside here for anyone who is married to or is connected to a photographer.  I am in dire danger having my picture taken doing the most mundane of things with little warning.  I mean who wants to have their picture taken while stuffing their face full of carb delicious Wendy’s Spicy Chicken Sandwiches?  Or while driving?  From today alone, here are the indignities suffered:

 

In the Eye of the Beholder

I am certain that this is a statement of the skill of the photographer.. . right?  I mean I couldn’t possibly really look like this.  Even when I know I am going to have a shot taken, I end up looking like yahoo because I am trying to suck in things that cannot be sucked in.  I check myself in the mirror fairly regularly and find that my arms while needing a little more tone are not the size of leg of lambs.  My hips while curvy have not yet gone the way of the middle age spread.  But then he takes something like this, and I wonder…

Lake Superior from the South

In Blind River – or somewhere around there – we stopped for the aforementioned Wendy’s.  While enjoying our meal, a women began coughing and choking.  Note coughing.  Not to let the women suffer, her husband (?) grabbed  her from behind on the way to the bathroom and started vigorously performing the Heimlich Maneuver  I must say this is the first time I have ever seen it done in a real “emergency”.  Funny thing though – if the victim is coughing, that means she can breathe.  If she can breathe, then the food is not blocking her airway and there is no need for such heroics.  In fact, it can make the situation worse by moving the food around and then blocking the airway.  Fortunately, a security guard waiting for his Baconater leapt to the woman’s defense and pulled the guy off.  The poor woman – embarrassed for such a scene – slunk into the bathroom to cough out her fry.

We crossed the border at Sault Ste Marie and were really grilled by the customs officer.  “Have either of you ever been arrested?  Years ago?  Perhaps as a juvenile?  You can tell me.  I need to know this stuff.”  I was left feeling like I should have confessed a phantom brush with the law.

Our trip through Michigan journeyed through the Northern part where neither of us had ever been before.  And before we knew it we had passed by the Michigan Skateboarding Hall of Fame and six or seven bizarrely finite rainstorms and moved into our 2 hour jaunt through Wisconsin.  It was too late to buy any cheese and I am regretting that as I write this now.

We drove into the setting sun while swirls of mist wrapped around the tires of our Fit.  Through Duluth as it didn’t seem just far enough and so into Grand Rapids (the other one).  Judy Garland was born here, you know, it seems a fitting to sleep where “A Star is Born”.

September 5th, 2012 Extra-Ordinary:   I’m a sucker for sunset shots – you know it!  I love the evidence of the movement in the trees due to the shutter being open a little longer.  I took the picture with Emile’s recommended settings, so I’d say this is a team effort.

Again, my hands on the camera, Emile’s advice from behind me:

Wakefield, Wisconsin
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