Another achievement

Is there no limit? Not only do we apply our advanced observational skills to birding, we use them to enhance other aspects of our lives as well. This may top our best bird identification ever.

See this?

Alongside the trail…


Black Bear!

The morning view

It really is this empty here. It’s a boater’s lake though, and it gets really busy on the weekends.
Barn silos. Apparently silos are never for storing stuff the farmer/rancher produced and is going to sell. It’s always for storing stuff the farmer/rancher is going to use. The stuff in it is called silege (makes sense). I’m familiar with ensilage. We’ve seen and smelled plenty of that at Bill and Marge’s farm. It’s corn or maize shredded into bits, piled in a trench covered with plastic with old tires on top to weight it down, and allowed to ferment. It makes a cattle feed for the winter. We didn’t put the two together. Sileage (ensileage) from silos. A different way of doing the same thing. An anaerobic decomposition of chopped up crops so it ferments and preserves (and is easier for the livestock to digest).
Part of the mystery for us is that all over the upper Midwest we saw these silos, but we rarely saw enough stock to make us think that these properties needed a source of stock feed.

Parting shots

of Lake Superior around Marquette:

Spent the day driving through Norman Rockwell’s head. Every barn looks like this:

What do you suppose the attached silos are for; storing stuff they’ve grown, or storing stuff they bought to feed to other stuff?

Through Madison, crossed the Mississippi into Iowa at Dubuque, down through Mount Vernon to the Army Corps of Engineers, Sandy Bottom campground, on Coralville Lake. Here’s our camp.

Wisconsin

  We’re headed south.  We crossed out of Michigan at Iron Mountain and back into Wisconsin.  South through Green Bay, Fond du Lac, and Oshkosh.  We’re settled for the night at the Playful Goose RV Park in Horicon. http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?ie=UTF8&hl=en&msa=0&msid=107013362562471418011.00047964b60d16d130156&ll=45.874712,-89.143066&spn=8.612083,28.45459&z=6   Judy and I talked about extending our trip and going to Niagara Falls, but Judy read some campground reviews for that area.  They were terrible.  They go into lockdown every night and still stuff get stolen or trashed.  I told her to look at campgrounds on the Canadian side, because they’re so much nicer than we are, and she said that’s where she was already!  We decided to go to Iowa instead.   The weather is warmer here in Wisconsin.  We’re back into the mid 80s.   We were in Michigan for three days, but we didn’t see very many birds.  Either it’s not very birdy where we were, or most of the migrants have already headed south.   Our Upper Peninsula count:

Canada Goose
Mallard
Common Merganser
Double-crested Cormorant
Broad-winged Hawk
Killdeer
Ring-billed Gull
Rock Pigeon
Mourning Dove
Ruby-throated Hummingbird
Red-headed Woodpecker
Northern Flicker
Blue Jay
American Crow
Black-capped Chickadee
Red-breasted Nuthatch
American Robin
European Starling
Common Yellowthroat
Common Grackle
American Goldfinch

   

Along the way

Some curious black bear yearlings.

If you’re in Ely, Minnesota, you have to stop at the Stony Ridge Café for a burger. They have 50 different hamburgers on the menu.

It’s hard to find. It’s well off the main drag, and when you first get there, it doesn’t look like much. Just one little door.

But go through and out back, and it gets better.

Everything about the meal is homemade. It really was a very good burger.