Along the eastern shore of Lake Superior is a landscape like no other. A succession of massive headlands disappears into a shining expanse of water, forming a rugged coast that stretches farther than the eye can see. The world's largest fresh water lake - deep, cold, beautiful, myth-inspiring.
|checking out the pictographs on the rock|
|heading to the Devil's Warehouse where ancient scrolls were kept in a cave|
|Denis contemplating the Devil's Chair, where the giant supposedly rested after stepping over the lake|
|self portrait of the coast|
|Denis checking out one of many sea caves|
|my view from the tent couldn't be better. Cliffs aren't bad either|
|three cedars growing together from rock|
Only a few moments of pure terror with some interesting crossings. And an unceremonious dumping and thorough pounding of one wet Terry under a rolling surf in the first three minutes of the trip. Yeah, welcome to Superior.
What grand adventures did you have this summer? Tell me about how the simple power of the outdoors filled you up.