Grand Marais

    If you look at the word Marais you might ask how to pronounce it and you may also hear the word and never guess the spelling but if you have been there you know it is a "Grand" place like the name suggests.
    This was the week we finally made our way up to spend a few days camping at the camp grounds there. While the weather at home was rain, one inch of rain to be precise, the weather at Grand Marais was beautiful, sunny and almost no wind, the perfect weather to sit on a bench by the lake and just gaze at the water until all of life's tensions are melted away. The benches are tall and we sat on one and swung our feet like little children do when feet do not reach the floor. The sun was warm on our faces and we had the beach all to ourselves which is rare. After 56 years of marriage we can sit and chat about all kinds of subjects or just sit comfortably silent. We are so much in tune with each other we often can finish the others sentence knowing exactly what or who the other is referring to.
    Back at the fifth wheel we realized that seeing we don't have cable tv here at this camp and since we did not bring the TV dish with we should have brought some music cd's or some movies but alas we did not think to do it. We also had no books or magazines but to save the day we had at least brought our cross word puzzle books. So we did some pages of puzzles and then laid back with our feet up and napped. Our radio brought in the local station at Grand Marais so we heard some PBS radio program's. One such program was a lady taking a walk in the woods listening for the different bird calls which was very interesting to me since I have never heard a Brown Capped Chickadee before only Black capped.
    One day we did our tour of all the antique, gift and my favorite art shops and no we didn't buy the very expensive fudge but it did make me think of making some fudge when we got home. What I did buy was a cook book named "Recipes of Minnesota:. This one had a beautiful and mouth watering cover but what caught my eye were all the Swedish recipes, we are not Swedish but we have lived along side them for years and they are very good cooks and have enjoyed so many of their traditional dishes.
    Now that we are home again Don is busy getting the fifth wheel ready for winter and I have hauled back into the house the things that can not take freezing. The house smells so good from the beef roast that is in the oven and I am anxious to serve the Swedish Hasselback Potatoes, a recipe from my new cook book. Yum