Lake Superior

The day after all the Pasty Fest and Quincy Mine excitement, we journeyed north, to the tip of the Keweenaw Peninsula. We stopped along the way to admire waterfalls, a lighthouse, the view from the top of a mountain and a sandy beach (the water was very cold, not at all suitable for swimming).

I loved listening to the waterfalls. I finally understood why people have those little fountains on their desks or fall asleep to the sound of water. The sound of that clear, clean water falling on top of rocks and then continuing on its path was filled with live and at the same time incredibly relaxing. After hearing a waterfall "in person," I can imagine that it would be nice to have a small reminder, even if it's man made or just a recording.

The land there is largely protected and untouched by development. The views were often breath-taking. We would love to return to the area and spend a week in a cabin on Lake Superior.

Much of the area had been improved by the Civilian Conservation Corps in the 1930s. I couldn't help but wonder which CCC projects Grandpa had helped with -- maybe a bridge we crossed or a path we walked?