Uncle Harvey’s Mausoleum (otherwise known as “The Cribs”) is a monument to failed ingenuity.
The story behind “The Cribs” is described in this shoreline plaque (click on the photo for an enlarged view).
These photos were taken a few weeks ago and, thankfully, Lake Superior is finally opening up with more water than ice these days! Spring is slow in unfolding this year.
Ciao! ~ Kat
This post was in response to the Daily Post’s Weekly Photo Challenge. ”Monument” was this week’s theme. Everyone is welcome to join in the Challenge; further details on how to participate and links to others’ responses are found here.
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What a story. I’m happy to hear spring is finally approaching!
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Winter storm watch on tap now …. spring’s approach is very slow!
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Wow. What a fascinating structure. Very cool post, thanks!
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Hey Laura, good to hear from you!
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Not just failed ingenuity, but also the unstoppable power of the Lake.
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So true. She is a powerful force!
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Excellent choice for the challenge – monument to ingenuity even if he failed; at least he tried!
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Nice take on the Monument theme, although I don’t look at is as failed ingenuity. I look at it as something that just didn’t work out. His ingenuity didn’t fail him; circumstances did. Definitely a monument, though. 🙂
You’re welcome to come and see what my take on the theme is:
http://fstopfantasy.wordpress.com/2014/04/13/weekly-photo-challenge-monument-far-west/
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Yes, his creativity is to be admired — and as noted by the Digital Attic in the comment above, the power of the Lake cannot be underestimated!
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I hear that about the lake. Superior is more like an inland sea than a lake. You can’t see the other side from shore, can you?
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It does often seem like an inland sea — the effect on the weather, creation of microclimates, powerful destructive force during storms …. depending on which shore you’re standing on, you can’t see across. I am posting some more pics of Spring shipping scenes this evening.
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I’ll try and remember to check them out. 🙂
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When I was about 20 I jumped off the back end of the ice house on a hot summer day with some co-workers of mine. It is hard to tell when you are looking at it from the shore, but it is over two stories tall on that side, and a VERY scary jump. It is a story I like to tell my kids because they can hardly believe it now!
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