Yesterday was a get-up – get ready – leave early type of day, but for a good reason. We were going with my sister-in-law and her husband to visit the Great Shipwreck Museum on Lake Superior. From our place to theirs in Guinn is about 45 minutes away, and then off we went for a three-hour drive. The weather was perfect, the company fun, and the drive beautiful. We spent the majority of our time beachcombing for agates, and I believe I found a couple. We gathered (permission granted) stones for our shower base and watched huge ships cross Lake Superior. I could see a little land far across the lake which was Canada – yes, I waved to our neighboring country. I am at home on the beach, so to say I could have stayed all day is an understatement. I’ll be posting some photos on Facebook after some editing takes place. After a while, we had to find a place to eat and were directed to a place in Paradise called The Fish House. 
It turned out to be one of those “hidden gems” you hear about. Friday Fish Fry is a well known happening event in the Yooper world, so you are guaranteed to find a fish dinner somewhere, but never have I tasted anything as good as their white fish. This place is only open from the time they get their fresh catch for the day until the last fish is gone. There is no frozen anything here. If it isn’t fresh that day, they don’t serve it. 
The atmosphere is friendly and fun, and the food is excellent. If you are ever up in Paradise, Michigan, I hope you will be lucky enough to find the restaurant open and are hungry, you won’t be disappointed. The waitress was hysterical and called Dan out for his finger-pointing. After a lifetime of loud farm equipment and construction, Dan is used to pointing out directions, places, people – pretty much a pointing man. We all got a good laugh at her ribbing, and have no doubt we will be back.
After our three-hour drive back we stopped in Marquette for a little more beachcombing and sightseeing. When you see the huge ship docked for ore-loading, you appreciate the size of the equipment involved. Photos do not do this process justice. 
The train is on top of the ore bridge, and though we didn’t get to see the operation take place you can see the ship lined up waiting for the iron ore to be loaded. The pockets drop and the loading process takes only minutes from what I’m told. The original ore bridge (no longer active) dates back to 1912 and is a beautiful piece of history to enjoy when visiting the waterfront. It was an amazing day, and I will go back to Marquette and the Shipwreck Museum area beachcombing again…hopefully, soon.
As always have a wonderful day, and thank you for reading my ramblings.