Day 18 Sun 8/9 Destination

In the morning we reconvened with esteemed folklorists and musicians for breakfast, jokes and stories in Michael’s porch. Doug had many stories about his life in the folk boom of the 60s-70s. We have a number of mutual friends from the Chicago folk scene. 
Dillon Bustin Had an interesting story of how a joke was useful for him. A Farmer was by himself when his cow was giving birth but it was a breech birth with hooves first, Flag down the first car that cameFlag down the first car that came by for help. It was a city boy, who agreed and drove his Mercedes onto the field. The farmer connected a chain hoist between the car and the Cavs hooves and the boy put the car in gear and pull the calf out. The farmer, being very grateful as a breachedbirth can kill both calf and cow, offered the boys some money. The boy refused and said “I just would like to know one thing. How fast was that calf going when he ran into the cow?”
Well, years later Dillon was asked to take care of a farm for a friend who went on vacation. because it was pregnant and sure enough the calf was breached, coming out with hooves first. He hooked up the tractor to the calve’s hooves and managed to pull it out. The cow survived but the calf was stillborn. Being conscientious, with great effort he took a pickaxe to the frozen ground and buried the calf. When he called his farmer friend, he said, “what? That’s veal, dig it up, skin it and put it in the freezer!”
Which, he actually did. 

Bryan and I said our goodbyes and sailed to a spot between several small islands. On one of the islands, someone had left a picnic table and a grill! We rowed over, cooked a steak dinner, accompanied by a beautiful sunset. I picked up some bits of debris that had washed up on the shore, and we left the site very clean for the next lucky visitor. 
The only sounds were the seagulls, waves, and a distant bell buoy. Beautiful views in every direction. Yes, this is what we were looking for, if just this moment.

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