Good morning GH. It is nearing 6:15 a.m. in "The City." Outside the WW, the dark is beginning to lift like a thick London fog, as we approach sunrise at 6:06 a.m. Today will be partly cloudy with a high of 76°. It looks like the next possibility of precipitation is now Sunday. Good thing I decided to water the vegetables in our vast gardens.

Yesterday was a fun day. We got up late, and since my boss had given me the day off, I decided to go north to the big box tool store and get a couple of small items along with my free tape measure. I never fail to get the free gift when I am there. Of course, these days you have to buy something, you don't get a truly free gift. But if you also take in a 20% off coupon for one of the items you do buy, the cost of a small item is negligible and you might as well get a free gift. I think I have cornered the market on screwdrivers, tape measures, and digital meters.

Since it was such a gorgeous day, and since Mary's boss had also given her the day off, she wanted to know what else we could do while we were going in that direction. I remembered that there was a small museum/lighthouse located in Whitehall, so that became our second destination. I'll include some pictures from there shortly. As I was perusing the museum website, I came across the word picnic, so that was all Mary had to hear and she bought in. She created a couple of sandwiches, some potato salad and included a jar of pickles. Thankfully, she also packed place mats, eating utensils, napkins and plates too.

A lighthouse much like many others found on the sores of the "Big Lake", tall.

While Mary chose to stay down, I just had to climb to the top and take a couple of pictures.

Looking west across Lake Michigan. In both cases, a beautiful vista.

As a guitarist/singer, I had to get a picture of this life ring from the Edmund Fitzgerald, the ore carrier that sank in a storm on Lake Superior. Many theories have been proffered, but no one will ever know exactly what happened on that fateful night in November, 1975. To quote Gordon Lightfoot, the writer and performer of the song, "The Captain wired in, he had water coming in, and the good ship and crew were in peril." Then, silence.

This is a visual representation of the lighthouse surrounding Lake Michigan. Pictured on the lower right next to the lake, are the lighthouses located in GH.

What's a visit to the lake with out a picture taken through the shore grasses?

As a man, I might have made the sandwiches and included the jar of pickles, but the eating utensils, plates, and potato salad probably wouldn't have happened. I can cook, but I can also be lazy, so it is likely, that I would chosen the shortest/easiest path. We ended up at Duck Lake State Park for lunch after visiting the museum, and there was great scenery. However, since Mary just had to take pictures of the lunch spread to send to Adam and to memorialize her efforts, I had to wait for lunch. I was hungry, and when I am hungry, I get grumpy.

Before we left, STWD and I took the morning walk as Mary worked in the kitchen. Sugar being a dog, just had to sniff her way through the city. We finally got out the door around 12:30 p.m.

I was able to do a tad of trainspotting yesterday at 9:35 a.m. Locomotive 2019 was heading south towing one boxcar and 11 of those DBTCs. I never heard the northbound run, but we were probably up north when it passed through GH.

In sports, the boys in blue were decisively beaten by the Marlins, 3 - 7. The Tigers continued their losing ways, falling to the visiting Oakland As, 1 - 6. My beloved Red Sox fell to the Twins, 0 - 2. Not as crushing a defeat, but still a loss. The Caps were crushed by the Quad Cities River Bandits, 1 - 8. The B'hawks surprised the Tampa Bay Lightning, 2 - 1. Hockey shouldn't be played in June, and certainly not in Florida.

Today looks like another lazy day for me. Highlighting, playing with the girls, and a little work in the man-cave. Perhaps some household chores, but that is a game time decision.

The sun will set at 9:19 p.m. Ciao.