Paul was the first one to point out that the kids were piling into those classrooms back in our old lives.
Although the vastness of the horizon can't be captured through the camera lens, take a look at the view from our chairs.
We could have spent the whole week in the campsite, but we had an agenda to follow! Paul had checked this book out of the library and used it to make a list of places to explore during our stay.
The book served as an excellent framework for us as we scoured the North Shore from Split Rock up the coast almost to Grand Portage.
We started with a hike out to Shovel Point in Tettagouche State Park.
The choice of the name for the point is quite obvious!
This easy hike provides beautiful views of the lake.
I fell in love with the Mountain Ash trees growing in their natural habitat. They looked so much happier than the ones we see in suburban yards!
We explored Iona's Beach Scientific Natural Area and listened to the shingle rocks "tinkle" as the waves washed them onto the shore.
We climbed down to Crystal Cove and walked the deserted beach.
Another day found us at Paradise Beach. Paul loves to search the North Shore for agates and thomsonite.
George, the wooden egret, faithfully waited for us every day back at the campsite.
We visited Last Chance Gallery in Lutsen and enjoyed a visit with the owner and resident metal sculptor, Tom Christiansen. Back at the campground that evening, we enjoyed our dinner
while we listened to Tom host the jazz program on WTIP, North Shore Community Radio.
We ate a picnic lunch on Two Fish House Beach
and visited a local tourist trap or two.
We spent a day biking on the Gitchi-Gami Trail. The weather continued to cooperate.
We visited the site of Father Baraga's cross
and hiked Artists' Point in Grand Marais.
We also ventured away from the lake and drove inland to hike to the top of Eagle Mountain, the highest point in Minnesota, located in the BWCA
and Superior National Forest. The hike was seven miles round trip and the trail required one to watch carefully for rocks and roots.
There were several small lakes along the way.
The trail became steeper as we neared our destination.
The view over the vast forest made the work well worth the effort.
What a fantastic place to eat lunch on a Friday afternoon!
We also hiked around Eighteen Lake near Isabella, Minnesota
and drove on a pretty rough road
to take a look at a designated trout lake with a politically incorrect name. It was beautiful and we were the only ones (humans) there.
Paul threw a few casts on the shoreline below our campsite.
Although we never ate in a restaurant all week, we enjoyed great meals.
And because of the warm weather, we were able to enjoy our campfires.
Our only regret of the week was that my brother Al, who was supposed to join us, had to cancel his plans because of his work schedule.
As we watched the sunrise on our last morning, we decided next year the tradition continues. We confirmed our reservations for next September as soon as we got back home. Get out your calendar, Al. Let's start making plans!!!