Ode to I Love Lucy

Yesterday morning, we left the KOA just outside Duluth, MN.  That KOA has been unique for this trip in that it reminded me of a a specific episode of I Love Lucy.  You remember the one where they are camping and decide to stay at a small hotel in the woods?  We had been fairly warned by a review online that the park was near a railway line.  I compensated for that by moving our encampment to the opposite end of the park, into an isolated, cabin instead of a tent.  The cost was double the tent site, and required us to sacrifice Wi-Fi access.  We seemed to be having a grand time, with stories of war, gambling, and general carousing when a rumble began to shake the lanterns.  It grew in intensity, like a Southern California Earthquake, until, at the crescendo of the shaking, a blast of exploding train whistle split the night causing all of us to duck and cover our ears.  I felt certain the train would crash out of the woods and directly through our cabin and vehicle!  The trumpeting lasted about twenty seconds.  Finally, about a minute later, the tremor relented as well.
In spite of this, we were heartened by the fact that this had been the only train we had heard in several hours.  It being late, and expecting an early drive out, we went to bed.  Well wouldn't you know that as soon as we began drifting off to sleep, the rumbling commenced again.  Our small cot, which we had drug out more to the center of the room, began shaking and dancing across the floor.  The windows began to rattle, and doors to shake.  This occurred every hour, on the hour all night, stopping only when we had decided to pack up at 5 AM.  Truthfully, I fell asleep, and slept pretty well, in spite of this, being quite exhausted, but the children and Amy swear it was so.
Having put my packing problems regarding the behemoth stove to rest with increased efficiency, and generally lightening stores of supplies, we were out in record time from wake up time, to wheels moving on the road.  Drove most of the day, across Minnesota, Wisconsin, and the upper peninsula of Michigan.  The adds for the St. Ignace KOA in Michigan say it is a short walk to the beach.  We arrived to find it more of a ten mile drive to the beach.  At the end of the day, when we were all sitting around chatting, I decided to buy some popcorn to make on the stove.  The store which is open until 10 PM, would not let me buy less then $10 worth of anything using my debit card, or credit card.  They also informed me that that nearest ATM machine could be found in a restaurant some miles down the road.  More like Saint Ignoramus KOA to me .