Our boat turned westward into the wind. Increasing clouds conspired for a chilly return to Munising Bay.
Rebecca was grateful for her winter-wear.
Grand Island in the distance.
The Lake Superior weather became cold enough that we stepped below deck to an enclosed seating area.
As we traveled toward the dock, I spotted the hotel at which I’d made reservations. Please ignore the blob in the photograph corner–it’s only the hair of a stranger:)