written by Adam Berger
After breakfast, the comrades continued their journey, rounding Fourteen Mile Point and catching their first view of the Porcupine Mountains in the distance. They took note of how many fishing camps there were on this section of the Superior coast, cruising past buoys marking nets. The morning was peaceful as they headed west.
After noon, winds increased, and a storm broke, drenching the Abbie. They pulled into the mouth of the Ontonagon River and docked at the small Ontonagon settlement, where they bought supplies as locals marveled at their ship. They resumed travel during a break in the storm, but rain soon began to fall again. In the early evening, the Abbie pulled into Union Bay. The men built a fire out of driftwood to dry themselves, and ate a hearty dinner of chicken soup, steak, and watermelon in the tent.
After breakfast, the comrades continued their journey, rounding Fourteen Mile Point and catching their first view of the Porcupine Mountains in the distance. They took note of how many fishing camps there were on this section of the Superior coast, cruising past buoys marking nets. The morning was peaceful as they headed west.
After noon, winds increased, and a storm broke, drenching the Abbie. They pulled into the mouth of the Ontonagon River and docked at the small Ontonagon settlement, where they bought supplies as locals marveled at their ship. They resumed travel during a break in the storm, but rain soon began to fall again. In the early evening, the Abbie pulled into Union Bay. The men built a fire out of driftwood to dry themselves, and ate a hearty dinner of chicken soup, steak, and watermelon in the tent.