Swimming, Eating, and Fox Heads

Friday, our last full day at Pancake Bay dawned with rain, lots of rain. In fact it had rained all night, turning our site into a dirty mess. By 11 am the rain had stopped so that we could take the dogs out for a good walk.

On our way back the sun was starting to peek out from between the clouds. Time for bathing suits! By the time we got to the beach it was clear and the sun was shining brightly. The water seemed warmer than the day before – it was lovely. There wasn’t a soul on the beach. We played around in the water and searched for rocks. As we were getting ready to leave dark clouds were starting to crowd the sky. Perfect timing!

We spent the rest of the afternoon reading, and then it was time to get read for supper. We had reservations at a local Bavarian restaurant on Batchawana Bay for their Friday night fish fry. Apparently people come from far and wide. The restaurant and attached resort is owned by an Italian and Austrian. Together, with help from their family they have created this lovely resort, carved out from the lakeshore of Superior.

 

Salzburger Hof restaurant served up a great buffet with several salads, German potatoes, pasta with a great tomato sauce, chicken, sausages, and of course the star attraction – fish! Everything was freshly made and delicious. It was hard to choose.

We mentioned to the owner that we often ate at another German restaurant and would someday like to try his schnitzel and spatzel to compare notes. Before we knew it a big bowl of spatzel with thick mushroom gravy was on the table in front of us. Oh my it was good! I can’t believe that I ate another bite, but somehow I stuffed it all it in!

We’ve had good luck with eating out this trip – we haven’t done a ton of it, but each time the food was memorable (in a good way).

On our way back to camp we stopped at the little trading post just outside of the park. Aside from the bread and gas that we bought, I got a fox head pelt, thinking that I could make a jaunty hat for Spike. It turned out to be a bit too small, but he may still be forced to wear it at Halloween. I should have sprung for the coyote pelt, but Carm said no ;-)

Good times!