"The next line that forms will be for your boat", she
said. We had arrived early to get a better seat. We had been told
that the Starboard side of the top deck was the best viewing for the
sunset cruise to Pictured Rocks. After forty five minutes of
standing, we were settled into our seats, three rows from the front
on the right side of the boat.
Our boat was parked in the inside corner of an "L", formed by the two sides of the large dock. Our captain came on to
tell us that the 1st Mate, a young woman, would be taking us away
from the dock, and heading us out on the first leg of our cruise. As
the bow swung to the right, we sensed the practiced feminine touch
of a master, as our boat cruised around the open end of the dock,
heading for the open waters of Lake Superior.
The captain came on again to tell us we would be cruising for about thirty minutes before reaching the Pictured Rocks. The air moving across our faces was cool and refreshing, our sweatshirts feeling good against the late afternoon wind.
The captain pointed out a couple of bald eagles in tall trees, and an old lighthouse on the lake. There were clouds to the west, but they were broken with spots of blue showing in between. We started to anticipate a nice sunset.
The captain came on again to tell us we would be cruising for about thirty minutes before reaching the Pictured Rocks. The air moving across our faces was cool and refreshing, our sweatshirts feeling good against the late afternoon wind.
The captain pointed out a couple of bald eagles in tall trees, and an old lighthouse on the lake. There were clouds to the west, but they were broken with spots of blue showing in between. We started to anticipate a nice sunset.
As we started to see the great cliffs in the distance on our right , we began to forget about the sunset and started to marvel at the light on the approaching cliffs.
Edging closer to the bluffs we began to see the color starting to change in the evening light. The captain was telling us how the different striations of color had developed over time.
We hardly heard his descriptions, as our eyes tried to absorb the bands and stripes of color on the face of the rocks.
Odd outcrops of trees growing from the faces
of the rocks added to the scenes slowly passing by.
After what seemed to be miles and miles of this fascinating shoreline we began to feel the boat turn and our captain came on again to tell us we had reached the furthest point on our cruise and were turning towards port.
By now it was just plain cold. Jo's hoodie was cinched tight as the sun passed below the horizon.
Leaving the boat after a long freezing ride back, we were now anticipating the Hardy's a few blocks away and some hot coffee.
The coffee was great! As we sat reflecting on our outing to Pictured Rocks, we began the slow process of warming up, with feeling beginning to return to our hands and feet. The day had been an amazing "Retirement Day".....!
