Bill Little is to blame for the whole mess! He, and that hyperactive
Gamini convinced me that dragging hundreds of pounds of cameras and tripods all over North Shore area would be fun. Now I know why Ansel Adams wrote to his father once: "In the beginning of the season I can buy a burro for $20. At the end of the season can sell it for $10. Good investment."
Duluth harbor, where we stopped for awhile was neat.
Apparently, the favorite sport of the 
natives is
boarding larger ships. Pity the sun set before we could see the undoubtedly bloody conclusion.
Next day we got up early and, skipping over 
rocks lining the shore, headed north. Small 
bipedal animals scurried across our path, usually in tow after their quadrupedal owners. The sun, still low, threw interesting patterns on the 
fences.
Food such as prepared in roadside eateries makes MRE (Army rations) taste delicious by comparison. In addition, few of the waitresses looked photogenic. To satisfy demand for real, natural food, we turnded to hunting and gathering.
Seagulls were wonderful. If we wanted fish, all we had to do was to sneak up on a bird and scare it into dropping what fish it had caught. If we wanted poultry, same tripods that supported cameras could mount .50 caliber Browning machine gun (shhh...don't tell the thugs in jackboots, BATF I mean.) Of course, not much of a bird remained after a hit, but what was left was well-tenderized.
We tried to pick on a
larger specie. Unfortunately for us,it was quite capable of defense against mere geeks.
With mushrooms it was a matter of 
trial
and 
error. We survived.
Gamini and Bill even got good photos. Their photos will be added to this page soon.
Getting up very early, for all the obvious headaches from
caffeine overdose, did have its bright side. We could observe 
wildlife before the tourists scared it off.
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