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We hadn’t planned on an excursion that morning, but when we finished our errands, my husband asked if I wanted to go to the Point and see if Lake Superior was producing any big waves. A very brisk wind was blowing which meant some good-size waves were possible.
As we pulled into the parking area, I noticed that Lake Superior was especially blue that morning.
But, as we sat in our vehicle and took in the view, no big waves rolled over the breakwater. Instead, the surface of Lake Superior took the form of a lively chop. Still, the sight was mesmerizing. A blue sky above was reflected by the lake below. I noted a white blob bobbing with the small waves and pointed out a seagull to Dick.
The feathered creature was joined by another while several renegade gulls swooped over us and the harbor. If these birds were part of a flock, it was a very dysfunctional one.
A woman walked past us, leaning into the wind, hood pulled tightly over her head. She moved towards the Coast Guard station where she began taking pictures. She turned away from the Lake to focus inland and on Grand Marais nestled on the harbor. I turned my attention that way. With the Sawtooth Mountains rising behind this little village, I’ve adopted as my “home” town, I realized I hadn’t given any time to that view.
I did an about-face and spent a few minutes marveling at that sight.
The morning was so sunny and bright that we stayed longer than planned, drinking in the beauty. Finally, reluctantly, I said, “Suppose we should go.”
But our beauty intake of the day wasn’t finished. “Want to stop at the scenic overlook?” My hubby asked.
I did and minutes later, halfway up the Gunflint Trail, on our way home, we pulled into the Pincushion Overlook. Before us lay a completely different view of Lake Superior. Now we were looking at a huge panorama. The lake surface glittered with sunlight in some spots and reflected the sky in deep blue in others presented a view that could only be described as majestic.
The smokestacks of Silver Bay were visible some 60 miles to the west. Far across the lake lay the shorelines of Wisconsin to the west and Michigan to the east. As I looked at the panorama below, once again I felt thankful to be living in this beautiful area.
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