Yep, the vacation's over. Sorry if the transition is a bit rough but there are a few things I want to fit in before the summer is over and the vacation arc was running a bit long.
It was, indescribable. Trust me, I've tried to. When the stream came out through a storm drain it fell into a perfectly circular pool. It was incredible. Everything was incredible. I'd like to go back someday.
It isn't that unreasonable a request, really. Who'd come all the way to the biggest fresh water lake in North America and yet *not* see it up close?
By the way, Lake Superior is *huge*. I think maybe the word 'sea' would be better used to describe it, except that word usually assumes a body of salt water.
I do seem to remember being more enthused with that museum than everyone else with the definite exception of Dad. I don't think anyone could be more enthused than him, what with being surrounded by trains and all.
Then again, the rest of the family is also a great deal more subdued in their expressions of delight than Dad and I are.
Those train whistles were cool. Drove Mom and Dad kinda nuts, which made them cooler.
This really happened! Dad was less than thrilled about the heart attack he nearly had. Still, very funny in hindsight.
Under that cold, stoic, Germanic exterior lies a rather excitable woman, with a wide but difficult to access vocabulary. Looks like I get it from *both* sides.
This actually happened to me, and I was a lot more annoying over a longer span of time than is shone here. I just didn't think that the joke was worth stretching it out for a full page.
And I didn't get why the tour guide suggested that until after Dad explained it to me. ~.~;
There should be a list of things not to say. Like, "It can't get any worse," "What next, [fill in the blank]," "Even God can't sink this ship."
Remember the Titanic? That last quote came from some reporter describing that magnificent disaster before it became a disaster. Really should have known better.
Okay, it isn't quite what one might expect when they're told they'll be staying in a cabin. But it was still doggone cool! That strip down the middle there is a stream, by the way. It'll feature in a later sequence.
One of the tough things about this medium is that it can take weeks to portray events that occur during the course of one day. And this vacation lasts about four.
I'm Brigid, not my birth-name, but the one I chose for Confirmation. It's a Catholic thing. Want to learn more about how I grew up? Check out my semi-autobiographical webcomic, Mary Quite Contrary.
The closest I've come to earning a living as a writer is one summer I worked as a feature columnist for a small-town newspaper. I've been telling and writing stories my whole life, though, and, hey, it's something I enjoy. Whether I manage to make a buck at it isn't that important to me.