Thursday, September 16, 2010
Last Full Day in the Upper Peninsula
Last but hardly least—oh, it was glorious! We took H-58 west out of Grand Marais to (thrilling name!) Hurricane River! That was our destination, but it was also as far as the road was open, with a new road bridge under construction (yes, this link was added days after the post went up) just past the campground entrance.
Hurricane River—I can’t help wanting to repeat the magical name over and over. Sun was bright, wind strong, air chilly, but the river tumbles unceasingly toward the big lake, as the waves of Lake Superior beat unceasingly against the shore. It is a glorious, beautiful and very exciting place, a complete contrast to the tranquility of Sable Lake, back closer to Grand Marais. At Hurricane River, one is drawn irresistibly to the shore, to the stones in the riverbed mouth—and then back to the shelter of the trees!
Later in the day we found warmer, drier ground where Sarah could run and I could explore the Up North Flora.
And always, in town, we enjoy speculating about old buildings, meeting old friends, and enjoying “local color” in its many guises.
Here’s Rick Capogrossa, publisher of the Grand Marais Pilot. (His mom runs the hotel.)
And here’s my refreshing glass of puddingstone ale!
It was a beautiful day and a lovely evening in Lake Superior agate country.