{"id":661,"date":"2011-11-10T00:18:00","date_gmt":"2011-11-10T05:18:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.znfrey.com\/blog\/?p=661"},"modified":"2011-11-11T03:46:49","modified_gmt":"2011-11-11T08:46:49","slug":"all-that-is-gold-does-not-glitter-part-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.znfrey.com\/blog\/2011\/11\/all-that-is-gold-does-not-glitter-part-3.html\/","title":{"rendered":"All That Is Gold Does Not Glitter – Part 3"},"content":{"rendered":"

(Continued from Part 2<\/a>…)<\/em><\/p>\n

Morning was crisp and clear, with a hint of frost on the grass and fog on the breath. \u00a0Doug was up early, before Michael but not before Mom. \u00a0For the hundredth time, he wondered how, no matter how early he got up, at least one of his parents would make it to the kitchen first.
\n“Good morning, Doug. \u00a0Ready for your big trip? \u00a0I made you some lunch.” \u00a0A carefully-wrapped sandwich, some apples, and a small jug were set out on the counter.
\n“Thanks, Mom! \u00a0Yeah, I’m really ready for this. \u00a0It’ll be exciting to get into the big city.”
\n“Ontonagon isn’t that big of a city,” she laughed. \u00a0“Don’t get your heart too set on Houghton – your grandfather might actually be able to fix that crazy thing.”
\n“A guy can dream, can’t he? \u00a0What’s that, oatmeal? \u00a0Here, I’ll stir and you sit down.” \u00a0With a look of gratitude, Mom stepped aside from the wood stove and sat down at the kitchen table. \u00a0“Maybe. \u00a0But I think it fried pretty good – I could smell it from 30 feet away when it blew, and what I heard from Dad on the phone with Grandpa didn’t sound good.”
\nDoug gave a big stir to the pot and slid it to a cooler part of the stovetop, then rummaged around the spice shelf a bit. \u00a0“OK if I use some cinnamon?”
\n“We need that for the holiday baking. \u00a0Just use some maple syrup and the old apple dices.”
\n“All right.” \u00a0Doug found the jar with the bits of dehydrated apple and added some to the pot, stirring and returning it to the heat.
\nMom sat in quiet for a few minutes. \u00a0Outside, they could hear the animals starting to stir as the sun rose. \u00a0George the rooster crowed, then did it again about five or six times, coming closer and closer to the house. \u00a0The last time was close enough under the kitchen window that they both jumped.
\n“And just maybe, we’ll have some chicken dumplings when you get back.”<\/p>\n

After wolfing down some oatmeal, Doug was ready to go. \u00a0He grabbed his lunch, his bob of clothes and travel essentials, and the packet of mail to drop off at the post office in Green. \u00a0They had loaded the power supply onto the buggy the night before. \u00a0Doug made sure to grab some cull apples for Jimmy and Jerry.
\n“All set?” Dad asked. \u00a0“I expect to hear from you when you make it to town. \u00a0Give us a call when you get there, then let us know when you know whether you’re coming back here or going on. \u00a0Your grandfather will help make arrangements if you do need to go to Houghton.”
\n\u201cWill do. \u00a0Thanks, Dad.\u201d
\n\u201cTake care. \u00a0And Godspeed.\u201d<\/p>\n

Cranberry Rivers Road was almost a straight line from the gate of Twin Springs down to the Lake, and well-maintained. \u00a0The horses knew the way well, which let Doug steal a few moments here and there to enjoy the fall color. \u00a0The land here sloped gently down from the Trap Hills behind him to Lake Superior, which allowed a view for miles of forest broken with a few fields. \u00a0The bright yellow of the popple had almost passed, but the oaks and hickories still had their palettes of dark red-orange-yellow on display, highlighted against the green of pine and hemlock. \u00a0Patches of sugar maples added highlights of bright red to the display, and he could make out the whitecaps on blue water beyond it all.
\nThe road ended in Green, where he dropped off the outgoing family mail with the postmaster, promising to pick up the incoming mail on his return. \u00a0After that, it was Lakeshore Highway along the coast into Ontonagon. \u00a0He drove the team to his grandparent\u2019s home near the east edge of town, and found Grandma outside hanging laundry. \u00a0\u201cDoug! \u00a0So good to see you. \u00a0Go ahead and stable those boys around back, and I\u2019ve got a little something inside for you.\u201d \u00a0After taking care of the horses, Doug walked around to the back door. \u00a0The house smelled like baked apples and pasties. \u00a0It was always good to visit Grandma – she considered grandchildren an excuse to show off in the kitchen. \u00a0Doug didn\u2019t mind.<\/p>\n

(Concluded in Part 4<\/a>…)<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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