Above St. Ignace:
We were in the little plane:
Can you believe how much ice there still is?
Lots of ice...
Our three year old fell asleep on the drive to the airport and slept through the flight. So I snuggled her in the sled for the ride home (she didn't quite sleep through her helmet-ing though):
I laid back with my sleepy girl and looked up:
Phil paused on the east bluff so I could take pictures!
There's still too much ice for a ferry to get through. It would be nice if gas could arrive somehow. I think I'll have to bike the girls to school this week...