After our morning hike, we grabbed a couple of Subway sandwiches for lunch before our boat ride to see the Painted Rocks.
We had hiked some of the trails in the Park. But the only way to see the Painted rocks is to take a boat ride.
The water is clean and beautiful.
Last night was stormy and windy after the fog rolled in. We could hear the waves splashing. It gave me bad dreams about my bad cruise ship experience. I finally put the fan on the cover the sound of the wind and waves.
I thought that I would post this part separately since I took so many pictures.
The caves from the erosion.
Minerals seeping from the sandstone paint the rocks.
The night before last the stars were so bright and northern lights dancing in the sky.
3 hours got a bit long. But the only way to see the rocks.
Lighthouse from 1800s on Grand Island
Nice people we meet along the way.
We are ready to be on our way in the morning back to Wisconsin. Our mission will be to find the cheese.
