I used to hang out up on the North Shore of Lake Superior long before it was a haven for the 612ers, as some of the locals refer to us who live in the cities. In many ways I resent that little phrase especially when I hear it from people I know. I quickly point out that I was born and raised in the area and still refer to it as home whether it be Chisholm or The North Shore. It makes me feel in many ways like an interloper.
Isle Royal on skis. Of course the National Park Service wouldn't allow it, but it sure would have been interesting. I have Matt Opak to thank for getting me into winter camping in the first place. Now, it's been far too long since I've experienced the cold the way it should be experienced.
Living in the cities has made me somewhat soft and I don't like that feeling. I am never more relaxed yet at the same time driven to push myself than when I'm up here. However when I have my wife along she reminds me, as she did this morning, that I need slow down to her pace.
Kenny would just refer to it as "SF" thinking. It actually wasn't so much like a run, but more of a quick jog. The trails here a very rocky and also have many exposed roots which can make running them in the daylight a challenge. Well, at night, even with a good headlamp they are treacherous and you have to have total concentration on the trail.
Finding my way back to the main trailIt was a good way to start the day and warm up for more time on the hiking trails. I know my legs will be tired this afternoon, but that's the best type of tired there is.
I'll be posting more photos from the hikes we took, but right now it's time to head out on the trails for more fun.