In less modern times people in Northern MN would get Cabin Fever during the long winters. Fog was s problem too because of the warmth of the huge water mass of Lake Superior. Sometimes when on my 29' sailboat I would climb the ladder, push open the hatch and look forward. If I couldn't see the bow I shut the hatch and made coffee as I wasn't going anywhere.
So evocative, Sue. Your detailed description made me go over to the basket and fish out the blanket to wrap around myself here in my chair. Brrrrr. In Santa Cruz we have a huge system of hiking trails called the Pogonip. In the early 1900s, it was the location a rather exclusive private club for golfing / swimming / carousing for the wealthy. No one ever seemed to know the meaning of the word pogonip. You have cleared up a mystery.
That's funny, and so very much a developer's whim. You've undoubtedly heard the "joke" about the housing development called Whispering Pines, but all the pine trees were cut down to build it. sigh
In less modern times people in Northern MN would get Cabin Fever during the long winters. Fog was s problem too because of the warmth of the huge water mass of Lake Superior. Sometimes when on my 29' sailboat I would climb the ladder, push open the hatch and look forward. If I couldn't see the bow I shut the hatch and made coffee as I wasn't going anywhere.
So evocative, Sue. Your detailed description made me go over to the basket and fish out the blanket to wrap around myself here in my chair. Brrrrr. In Santa Cruz we have a huge system of hiking trails called the Pogonip. In the early 1900s, it was the location a rather exclusive private club for golfing / swimming / carousing for the wealthy. No one ever seemed to know the meaning of the word pogonip. You have cleared up a mystery.
That's funny, and so very much a developer's whim. You've undoubtedly heard the "joke" about the housing development called Whispering Pines, but all the pine trees were cut down to build it. sigh