We woke early and got the camp packed away very quickly, Munising’s charms wear off very rapidly. Back on the road we travelled south through the Upper Peninsular and back into Wisconsin. We stopped briefly at a souvenir store to try on daft hats and be amazed at the vast amount of tat on sale. The gorgeous titfer below is a “cheesehead” hat as worn by fans of the Green Bay Packers, I think it would be perfect at Ascot.
Three hundred miles later we were back at Eagle Spring Lake in the sunshine. Martin got his ski boat out, a twenty-five-year-old craft with a powerful inboard motor. I sat on the back of the boat on a platform and put on a pair of water skis and a tight buoyancy aid. Slipping off the back of the boat, I floated in the water with my knees close to my chest and skis sticking out vertically, grasping the handle of the tow rope. Martin slowly moved ahead until the rope was tight and I shouted: “hit it’”. I got up, wobbled and did a face plant in the lake. I tried again, and at my second attempt I was up and skiing! I managed two circuits of the lake before I got tired and gave up. I was very pleased with myself since I haven’t skied for eight years!
I had a bash at paddle boarding, but only succeeded in going round in circles, so I gave that up quickly. The single skull was more my kinda boat and I got on well with that, but the lake was a bit choppy and my blades kept catching crabs. There are no actual crabs in the lake, but there are turtles, snakes and plenty of fish.
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