Grand Marais - too much fun

By Kyle Small -







Well, there is at least one grandmother who will be grateful for the return to the blog. I apologize that I have not been more faithful to bring my one-year-old to the computer to write more first hand accounts of his exciting life. Welcome back, Monkey.

I awoke Sunday morning to go to church and take a nap on the way home, as I usually do, but much to my surprise when I woke up several hours later, we were on our way to the great forest (I came here last year, too). We arrived in Grand Marais, and my mommy and daddy were surprisingly happy considering the long drive. We ate our first (but not our last) meal at the Angry Trout - what a joy, They have this wild rice medley with celery and peas and cranberries -mmmmmmmmm. See the picture of my enjoyment!

On Monday morning I was so excited to get the day started that I woke up mommy and daddy at 3am. For some reason they were less appreciative, and they made me sleep in their bed (I have never done this before, and based on daddy's mumbling, I think it will be the last time). They finally got out of bed at 6am, and we headed to dad's favorite coffee shop - The JavaMoose - for his 8 shots of espresso and tiny bit of hot water. Then we headed down to the family favorite "World's Best Donut Shop." Mommy had a cinnamon and sugar and powdered sugar donut; daddy had two chocolate, and I was fortunate enough to have my first official donut, albeit plain. (It is my first official because I am pretty sure I have eaten similar circular breads with Daddy at Byerlys....).

What a morning. After donuts, daddy ran and mommy and I rested. Then dad returned and he rested. What a life we live.

We played the rest of the day, and I threw tons of rocks into Lake SUperior. Dad would skip rocks - he is probably the best rock skipper in the world. He kept telling me to tell my friends when I go to kindergarten - whenever he said this mommy would roll her eyes.

Enjoy the photos.

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