Ashland Blue

I continued clockwise, along the Superior shoreline, and entered Wisconsin where I stopped for lunch at a convenient roadside park in Ashland, overlooking the town's tidy little marina. The view of the marina, water, hills and sky beyond seemed to be all primary colors; like a child's drawing on white paper. While she had used her red and green crayons here and there, it was obvious her favorite color, blue, must have been worn down to a nub.