We took the ferry Ranger III from Houghton to Isle Royale. It surprised us that Houghton was in the eastern time zone while Iron River, where we woke up, was in the central time zone. We arrived in Houghton just in time for the six-hour crossing. On the island we donned our packs and hurriedly hiked to Three Mile Campground, the first one south of Rock Harbor where the ferry docked.
Passenger ferry to Isle Royale Ferry Ranger III
with twin-engine Sky Ranger visible at the lower right 		Sunrise seen from the Three Mile Campground
The bow of the light blue colored ferry is seen against the sun and a blue sky. The sun is seen risen over the water with a tree-covered shoreline silhouetted to the left and some small islands silhouetted to the right.

Gail with her food, kitchen and bedding on her back


Al with his pack in front of a shelter
at the Daisy Farm Campground
Gail wears a long-sleeved shirt and a brown rimmed hat, and carries an orange backpack with a blue sleeping bag, an orange bubble mattress and a yellow rain coat hanging below the pack. Al stands next to a picnic table and in front of the screen-front shelter, and carries an orange backpack with a blue sleeping bag and an orange bubble mattress hanging below the pack and the orange tent on top of the backpack.

Not all the animals were 'wild'!
Here a fox comes begging at Daisy Farm Campground

We wanted to see moose and wolves
Our first moose sightings were at long distance
A red fox with a bushy tail runs to the left after having approached us closely near the campground.

After climbing the steep central ridge of the island,
we ran into this scary bull moose

The bull moose still looked big
as we backed down the hill
A moose with large antlers stand behind some low bushes. The moose head and antlers are silhouetted against the cloudy sky.

We saw plenty of moose, but never a wolf. We did enjoy a lot of scenery and did get plenty of exercise climbing the hills. We carried grapenuts for breakfast, crackers for lunch and freeze-dried foods for dinner. This left us feeling hungry. It was a thrill to pick blueberries and thimbleberries to supplement our meals and to garnish our breakfasts.

A view of the wilderness during a three-day streak of fog

A pine bent by the winds at the northeastern end of Rock Harbor
Across a meadow, evergreens disappear into the fog. The wind-swept tree stands out against the blue sky and rocky shoreline at the end of land.