You look like you know where you're going...

Fabulous 4th of July weekend! Hiking on the north shore and relaxing in Grandma and Grandpa's ultra-peaceful all-inclusive cabin resort. Eating good food and sitting around talking. Super triathlon action and beautiful swimming and picnics with the cousins! Lovely and exciting fireworks with the ore docks, the lighthouse, and the big round moon in the background.

Of course, we had to go home again. With half the rest of the Twin Cities on a Sunday holiday afternoon. Predictably we ran into traffic before we even passed the half-way point. The driver and the official navigator made the call: bail from the freeway. One problem: neither of us have lived in MN for many years, and we only had one map: Of a campground on the upper peninsula of Michigan. Not exactly prepared I guess.

We wheeled off the exit with many other cars eager to escape the traffic. As we sat in line on the ramp, I surveyed the cars ahead of us. Some turning right, some left. "There!" I told Mike, "That guy pulling the pontoon boat! He looks like he knows where he's going!" Either my enthusiasm was catchy or Mike decided lost was better than traffic, and we started following. At first many cars that had gotten off at our exit were visible, but as we followed the very decisive pontoon boat through a maze of state and county roads, we found we were the only ones following the pontoon boat.

Mike wasn't so sure pontoon guy was going to the twin cities. Maybe he was a member of BAPEC (the Braham Area Pontoon Enthusists Club) and was going to turn into a farm somewhere and leave us in the middle of a corn field. But we kept getting closer to the cities. And I trusted pontoon boats completely. And then, when we were least expecting it, pontoon guy turned into a gravel driveway and drove up to his farm. Ooops.

Luckily he left us only a mile from hwy 65, and we found our way home easily. Beat the traffic!