Over the weekend we headed up to Grand Marais to celebrate my birthday as well as Isaiah’s. Though I’ve been there so many times before, I’ve never enjoyed it more. There’s something so special about a place where the rugged terrain meets the (sometimes) softness of the Great Lake.
We drove up the Gunflint Trail to see for ourselves the devastation of the recent fire. I was expecting a blackened land barren of all life but what I found was a rather sensational display of lush, flowering plants. It is apparent that nothing can stop nature from doing what she does best–flourishing!
Saturday morning I awoke early and showered before the campgrounds sprang to life. I returned to the campsite, grabbed my camera and headed down to the harbor to watch the sun rise. A few devoted fishermen were heading out to their favorite spots but other than the sound of the waves lapping at the rocks, it was silent and golden. For a few moments I felt like the earth was mine and mine alone.
View photos from my trip here.
One day I am going to own a resort on the Gunflint Trail.
Breakfast will be served at 7 AM and I’ll pack lunches for on the boat. When you return from catching the largest walleye you’ve ever laid eyes on, there will be fresh sheets on your bed and the scent of bread baking in the kitchen. Dinner will be ready just about the time your stomach sounds like a grizzly bear. Go ahead and have a second helping!
After dinner you can sit around the fire Elly will entertain you with Hannah Montana songs.
And my heart will be so full.
