Travels with Tuna: Part The Last

It occurred to me that I never blogged myself back home from my trip to the mitten extention --would that be the scarf?-- also known as the Upper Peninsula. To review, I began my trip here, crossed the big nasty bridge and continued my excursion here, and finally got around to singing here.



After extracting TinyTuna from the pool with an aquatic crowbar, we loaded up the car and headed for home via a side trip east to see The Soo Locks.



Now, whenever you see pictures of The Soo Locks (water elevator for boats), they look something like this:





When we went to the Soo Locks, it looked something like this



that is, if you imagine empty channels of water where the cars are, no stadium at all and three tired pathetic visitors walking around in a stupor.



The temperature outside felt like this



But these guys are having much more fun.



We beat a hasty retreat and got in the car to drive home. The return trip was uneventful and we marked the time not by miles, but by replays of The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald. By my calculations, it would have taken approximately thirty-six wrecks to make it from Houghton back to TunaVille. We made it to five before poor ole Edmund got the heave-ho.



But never you fear, we made it home safely and Edmund will live to wreck another day. With the ocean beckoning in less than a month, it will only take 102 Wreck of the Edmund FitzTuna's (tm Buffy) to make it to Hatteras. I am SO ready.