Day Three

Costello calling his imaginary falcon during a break.

Government in his endless pursuit to organize his fishing rig.

Freighters, the size of large strip malls, routinely lumbered by. Pictured is a freighter passing as we lunched on a small island.

With the impending doom of rain, we took refuge in the harbor of Lime Island. Lime Island is considered a "Harbor of Refuge", where mariners are welcome to take shelter from storms. Pictured here is the welcoming view from the harbor.

In addition to using the harbor, the caretakers of Lime Island, provided us with a DNR cabin. Pictured here are Mama Goose, Coyote, Red Squirrel and Papa taking advantage of the cabin. We ended up renting the cabin for the night, which cost each of us about $4.00 each.

The view of the Harbor and the St. Marys River from the cabin.

One of the first commercial ventures of Lime Island was the mining and processing of lime. Pictured are the "restored" ruins (?) of a smelting stack on the southern end of the island.

After smelting the lime, the waste was piled on the lakeshore. Pictured are the remains of the scree pilings. These pilings are located next to the smelting stacks.

Cooking dinner in the cabin proved a little messy. Vic enlists the assistance of the island keep's dog.

After lime mining, Lime Island became a coal refueling station for Great Lakes steamers. When oil replaced coal, two large oil tanks were constructed on the island. These tanks are easily visible from the water. Pictured here are shale rocks imbedded in the insulating material of the remaining tanks. Apparently, desperate thrill seekers (certainly after a long stay on the island) would amuse themselves by throwing these rocks into the tanks. There are literally hundreds of these projectiles affixed to the tanks exterior.

Because of the commercial activity, Lime Island soon supported a small community. Pictured is the restored school house. The school house was used from 1910-1961(?).

Pathfinder takes a break to play the piano in the schoolhouse.