Lunch at Last!

We drive north toward Tofte, the windows down so we can catch a noseful of pine scent with each inhale.  We reminisce about a long-ago stay at Bluefin Bay, then pass Coho Cafe.  “Wait! That place is great!”

Bruce makes a quick U-turn (with no whining from the backseat driver, whose hunger seems to have overtaken her terror of the U-turn), and we’re at Coho.  Bruce selects a nice smoked fish, cheese and fruit plate, I order an open-faced salmon sandwich over a bed of asparagus. Shaina orders grilled cheese.  At the table next to us. three women are having dessert first.  I like their style.  Well, except maybe the one in the sailor shirt that looks just like one Dave wore when he was 5.  But I digress. 

Bruce offers to take a photo of the three of them and one returns the favor.  We haven’t taken a picture of the three of us in a long time!  “Nice,” she says.  “That’s a beautiful shot.”  And she hands me the camera, set on review.  Oh, my, look at my hair!  Too bad we left so quickly — I didn’t pack anything to tame the frizz. 

We get in the van with part of Bruce’s fish and all of Shaina’s lunch, uneaten, in a styrofoam container.  I Renuzit the dashboard and pray that the smell of smoked fish will overtake whatever that other smell is.

The weather seems to have taken a turn toward cool(er), and we point the car south.  I will be sure to remind Bruce to check the internet when we get back to civilization.


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