I first met Ernest at the Parkway Bar in the summer of 1966, when I was working as a “Knudson girl” at the Knudson House in Ephraim. We’ve since fallen out of touch after he’d come back from Viet Nam (1970? 1971?)
Today he made us a frittata with homemade whole wheat bread for breakfast. Then (as it was too rough for sailing) I got a guided hike up and over Door Bluff. At the crest, we looked down on a very windy/choppy Green Bay. Hawks flew below us at incredible speed.
After the hike, we drove down Hwy. Q to Gordon Lodge in Bailey’s Harbor. Oddly, as the trees grew thicker and the wildlife invisible, we managed to pass a man in an olive-colored suit! He had on a black T-shirt and curly black hair with a bald spot. He was also walking on the wrong side of the road, and was miles from anywhere.
Gordon Lodge was the crême-de-la-crême for my parents in the 1930s and ’40s, and still has some of that ambience. We got G-&-T’s and enjoyed the much colder weather on the Lake Michigan side of the peninsula.
I then went back to the Young’s, just in time for a lovely dinner for 13 people. The guests of honor were a couple from Haiti who run orphanages there, so I got to speak a lot of French.
|Hiking Door Bluff . . .|
|Gordon Lodge, Bailey’s Harbor|
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