We’re almost through a week of exploring the Superior Hiking Trail.
I love to hike the trail in the Fall after the leaves have dropped, and nature is readying itself for winter. The scene is simpler, elemental. Long shadows, even at midday, remind us to be mindful of an early sunset.
The other day, a magical howling rose above the sound of brittle leaves underfoot: the glorious rising and falling sound of sled dogs, in unison, at a nearby musher’s camp.
We don’t hike the Superior Trail for the bling, but there are some standout locations. Several times we encountered ponds formed by beaver dams.
Then there’s the ridge trails with their glimpses of Lake Superior or the back country.
Sometimes it’s a wide, expansive view atop a huge rock the 3M company once hoped to turn into sandpaper.
Or a shoreline walk, the only section of the trail that is on the shore.
Or, what gets most people to step out of their cars and wield cameras: waterfalls and rapids.
In the end we come here for gorgeous, contemplative trails.
And the joy of waking up in the morning knowing we have a good hike ahead.
 |
| Beginning of another day of hiking |