That's it. That's the last picture I took with my camera before I killed it.
As the guys were putting in on the back nine at Superior National in Lutsen, I decided to snap a few shots of the lupines blooming on a nearby hill. When they had finished up, I threw the camera in my pocket, hopped into the cart, and picked them up to head on to the next hole. Bad choice.
Now any golf course is what, 98% turf/2% cart path, right? Shouldn't the odds be in my favor that when that camera flies out of my pocket as I'm driving to the next shot that it would land on a soft carpet of green instead of unforgiving asphalt? I think so, but that was not the case. Ah, cruel fate. And now it's gone.
It had a good life. It's been all over the US and Europe. It's been to weddings, graduations, baptisms, holidays, and family gatherings. It served me well and died on a beautiful hill overlooking Lake Superior.
That was the only downside of a wonderful week on the North Shore. The weather was perfect, the cabin we rented was great, and there was lots of (too much) terrific food and drink.
At home our non-summer summer continues. Rain, clouds, cool weather. The garden is getting plenty of moisture, but could sure use some sun and heat to get things going. Lettuce is happy; tomatoes, peppers, eggplant, and cukes are still waiting for the temperature to move up. I'd take a picture, but...
...AND later that day. The destruction continues. In case you're wondering, you cannot put an iPod shuffle in the washing machine. Ear buds, yes; shuffle, no. I'm going to cry now.
