We motored to Marquette today. It was a necessity. You see, I had eaten out oh-so-many times in Florida with my family. At wonderful delicious restaurants.
And poor Barry had heated up leftover rice and eaten cans of tuna fish and thawed barley soup for a week.
The poor lad was ready for a really, really good fish dinner. So off we traipsed to Marquette. Where we eventually enjoyed a delicious lunch of whitefish and salmon at the Vierling Restaurant overlooking the harbor.
On our way to Marquette, driving down the road, chatting about this and that, suddenly we both spotted IT. The geyser of water which squirts upward along the highway. But today it lay surrounded by a natural ice sculpture, beautifully glistening ice patterned creations gleaming in the late March sun.
“We must remember to take pictures of this on our way back!” I said excitedly.
“No, no, turn around now, let’s do it now,” my husband replied.
We found the quickest turn-around spot, and U-turned toward the magnificent spewing creation. We both had seen the pipe which sprays water up in the air near Champion before. You don’t usually notice it in the winter-time when it basically gets buried in snow. In the summer-time it simply spurts upward.
The question inquiring minds want to know is this: WHY? Why is there a pipe leading to the side of the road, and why does it spurt upward?
I tried to Google it for about five minutes but didn’t come up with any answers. If any of you wise folks know–please comment.
We suspect it might be an artesian well or natural spring. Perhaps some fine fellow ran the hose next to the highway to entertain passers-by. Perhaps he didn’t want to admire the ice sculptures all by himself. Perhaps there is another reason.
I crept a little too close during the photography expedition and my poor sneakers got a bit wet. Not enough to ruin our lunch date. But enough to feel a little soggy.
I wasn’t going to post a blog tonight, but thought you really might enjoy seeing these photographs.
P.S. By the time we headed back home a few hours later, most of the sculpture had melted. Gone. Kaput. Good thing we stopped when we did!