We were rather tired and fragile this morning and began the day by cancelling our next few campsite bookings, and trying to figure out where we might eventually catch up. The current plan—assuming all goes well with Joe’s tendon repair on Tuesday—is to continue the trip and, with a few long driving days and a slightly shorter route, get us back on track by next week.
The arts‑and‑crafts version of the splint Joe was given in Emergency wasn’t holding up. The orthopaedic intern, who was wonderfully cheerful, had done her best in a department that was closing for the night and didn’t have much to work with. We found a medical supply store, bought a brace, and fashioned our own upgraded version, keeping in mind what she’d told us she was aiming for. We did well!
While waiting for the pharmacy to fill Joe’s antibiotic prescription, we wandered down by the river. The path was lined with pretty flowers, lily pads dotted the water, and we stumbled upon a lush community garden full of blooms. We had plenty of time to enjoy it, because the pharmacy must surely have been the slowest in the world.
Back at Trowbridge Falls, we decided to see the falls before moving the trailer. They’re impressive—water tumbling over layers and steps of rock like nature’s own staircase.
We then moved the trailer ten minutes down the road to a full‑service campsite where we’ll stay until Wednesday. Our fellow campers are friendly and well‑behaved, and hundreds of kids are zooming around on bikes having the time of their lives. I gave the trailer a proper clean, including a much‑needed scrub of the floor after ten days of travel and Joe’s knife‑related drama.
Once settled, we finally took a quick drive to McKenzie Point Conservation Area for our first proper view of Lake Superior. A most superior, splendid, and impressive lake it is.
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