I headed back to the Motel to use my internet phone to call President of the Ontonagon Historical Society Bruce Johanson. Unfortunately, this service did not work and I had to wake the front desk manager in order to contact Bruce at the pre-scheduled time. It was worth the effort and the private tour was wonderful.
Being behind schedule and having found out that Houghton, Michigan (and my brother Paul) was on the way to my next interview with Inn keepers Bill and Mary Frabotta. When I arrived at Paul's home to pick him up for the day's tour of "the Keweenaw", I was unable to contact him. Thinking quickly, I drove by a gas station where the clerk was gracious enough to let me use her phone. Within a short time, Paul and I were off to Sand Hills Lighthouse in hope that Mary's prior invitation to tour the lighthouse (now a Bed and Breakfast) would still be possible. It was. When we arrived, we were given a grand tour that included a great wealth of historical information.
On the way to Eagle Harbor, we stopped off at the breathtaking Eagle River Falls and then the 'Jam Pot', run by the Society of St. John. Their chocolate chip raisin walnut cookies are incredibly wonderful. The time we spent at Eagle Harbor was enjoyable as the air was fresh and sky clear. The museum was closed but it didn't keep us from taking in the scenery and sights.
We made the decision to take Brockway Mountain Drive in the hopes of being able to photograph Copper Harbor Lighthouse from above. While the birdwatchers were out in force with their special high-powered lense, we were not able to view the harbor from the mountain top. However, as we drove down into town, a scenic turnoff did provide for a few nice shots. We continued down into Copper Harbor and ate dinner for heading off to a point adjacent from the Lighthouse were we could determine if this would make the best location for a sunset viewing. Many people were fishing the recently stocked bay and, as the clouds moved in, we decided to return to Sand Hills Lighthouse in hopes of seeing a better sunset.
When w arrived, the Inn's guests were out for dinner leaving us with the opportunity to climb back up to the light room to stake out the best view. With the rain beginning, it was necessary to set up the tripod inside and battle the flies. The flies more or less complied with my continued commands to move out of my field of vision.
Needless to say, it was very late when we arrived back at Paul's Houghton home. His comfortable over-sized leather lazy boy made for the most perfect bed. Within minutes after settling in, I was out and snoring away. Stubs would have to find another place to sleep.