An email from Stephen sent today from Algoma, Wisconsin. "It's 11 a.m. (crack of noon, Mich. time), and I'm at the Algoma, Wisc., library, typing on my 16 oz. or so "computer" (i Phone propped against my hat, wireless keyboard in front). Waiting for what I hope is the last of the rain to blow east to the Petoskey Community Garden, which has better use for it than I do. Wisconsin just broke it's almost 100-year-old record for rainfall for the month of July, and is only 4 inches away from breaking the record for total summer accumulation. The good news is this makes it easy for me to lay low in nice towns like this. I pulled into the marina yesterday, and after stopping by the library to catch up on email, I wandered past the Roustabout. How could I not stop in and check out the rates at a place that said "Motel-Cocktail Lounge" on the sign? I wasn't there two minutes before the folks at the bar asked me where I was from, what I was up to, and how they could help. I asked how much for a room (45$), and if they knew of a place near the river where I could leave Seaweed for the night. One of the patrons, Dave, said I could leave it next to his friend Lee's fishing charter dock. Then, he put down his half-finished beer, and kindly drove me over there. Lee was equally as hospitable, and before I knew it, the boat was on the shore, and I had rain-soaked stuff spread out to dry in the yard. Then I hiked back to the motel and checked in. Room was as nice as the owner, Margo. I had breakfast at the Cool Harbor diner next to the marina (two eggs, toast, hash browns: $3.15), and stopped by the hardware store to buy some foam earplugs to put in the vent holes to keep the mosquitoes out of my new Tilley Hat. OK, it's really to make a fashion statement. The town is quaint in an unpretentious way, with beautiful murals painted on old brick shops. A massive Catholic church overlooks the town. Dave said his grandfather was one of the town's early commercial fishermen and I think that explained his enthusiasm for my trip. I see something blue out the library window. Unbelievable, it's the sky. Time to shove off..."