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About
two miles into our journey we happen upon an old fishing camp known as Fisherman's
Cove. No longer a fishing operation, the docks, fish house and dwelling
still exist as a cottage for some fortunate souls. We stopped to take a
break and stretch out. The fishing camp shows signs of wear from the extreme
weather and fierce storms from Lake Superior. One can only imagine what
it was like when this camp was in full operation. The tough and rugged Fisherman
working long days on the lake and returning with fish boxes loaded with
Lake Trout, Cisco's, Fats and Herring that would be shipped off to southern
markets.
After a good stretch
and a snack, we headed on up the shoreline. The shore landscape began to
change and we pass higher rock formations carved out by years of battering
from Lake Superior. The rocky shore rises and fall and juts in and out.
In several areas, there are small caves carved out with trees leaning over
the banks like they are clinging onto life. On many trees, there are exposed
root systems that are tangled and twisted. Along the shores, there are many
logs and pieces of drift wood that have been sanded and shaped by Mother
Nature. The waters of Lake Superior are clear and green. The cold waters
of Lake Superior with its huge mass and extreme depths keep it the cleanest
of all the Great Lakes. The sun is shining and shimmering off the water
and raising the temperature's into the mid 70's.
A few miles further, we come to a rock outcropping that stands 30 feet above
the water and over 40 feet in diameter. The rock island split off of the
mainland and sits about 40 feet from the shore. The split rock is covered
with pine and cedar trees, moss and other foliage. The split rock urges
one to be adventurous and climb it, only to dive off into the waters of
Lake Superior. We opt to stop for pictures and then paddle between the shore
on the inside of the towering rock island.
Paddling on, we arrive at the mouth of the Montreal River. The Montreal
pours out via a series of waterfalls that gives Lake Superior an almost
beer like color. The river's warm water provides a perfect opportunity to
swim and cool off after the hard paddling. Climbing the gentle rise, the
rocky falls give a great opportunity for group pictures or the photographing
the scenery itself. The Montreal has an incredible 30 foot waterfall nearly
a mile upstream. A well worn footpath leads you to the foot of the falls.
Crossing the river allows you to climb to the top of the falls. Either view
offers a great opportunity for pictures.
Continuing on about a quarter of a mile, we arrive at our first campsite,
a beautiful secluded spot called Fish Cove. The water takes on a rusty-reddish
color due to the sandstone rocks and pebbles that cover the shoreline. As
we unload our gear, it is refreshing to crack open a Labatt's Blue and relax
in the sun. As we unwind, we begin to gather wood, pitch our tents and prepare
dinner. Sitting in the sandy pebble beach admiring the awesome view across
Superior, it feels like I am a million miles away from ringing phones, e-mail
messages, TV, and everything else that goes with modern life.
After a great night sleep and breakfast, we did a little exploring and walked
along the beach to the point that is on one end of Fish Cove. The jagged
rocky point provides a superb view of the miles we trekked and a mountain
like rise called Bear Bluff. A few photo's later, we were back at our campsite
and ready to break camp. All loaded up, we continued up the shore.
The next points along our journey include several large bays to stop and
pick agates and just explore. About one mile out from this part of the Keweenaw
Point, lies the Coast Guard buoy tender Cutter "Mesquite" underwater.
The "Mesquite" was sunk there as a dive preserve after it had
crashed into a shoal while tending buoys in the fall of 1989. The Coast
Guard attempted to save the ship, but November storms pounded the hull of
"Mesquite", literally tearing it up. Fortunately, through the
efforts of Mark Rowe and others, the ship was sunk and is now part of an
underwater preserve. Part of our exploring includes finding wreckage from
the "Mesquite" along the shore. This being our third year, we
have found several items including a dive marker, oil cans and even a large
food chest probably used in the ships mess hall.
The weather on this
day is absolutely gorgeous, the sky is clear and the sun is warm. We arrive
at a very large bay and a spot you might think is something out of Cancun,
Mexico. A long stretch of white sand beach called Keystone Bay. Keystone
is one of the spots that is reachable via four wheel drive vehicles, so
we arrive with several folks who also are camping out for the weekend.
The area is buzzing with 4-Wheelers and trucks running up and down the
stretch of beach. Several 4-Wheelers are towing their riders on knee boards
along the water and even across the sand. As much as I appreciate everyone's
right to use this land, the vehicles do take away from the pristine beauty.
It is however, a matter of time before this activity will be banned from
this area. That just seems to be the nature of things over time.
The water is a bit
on the cooler side, but we decide it is time to take a dip and get refreshed.
After a short swim, we fuel up on snacks and head on our way. A head of
thunder clouds is rolling across the lake and we still have a few mile
to go before arrive at our next campsite called the Missile Site.
As we paddle on, the
day is starting to get long. I think everyone feels their bones and muscles
aching a bit and all of this fresh air take a lot out of you. As we paddle
out of Keystone, we can see High Rock Point which seems closer than it
is. High Rock point is really the very tip of the Keweenaw Peninsula.
This spot is also accessible with a vehicle, so a few tents litter the
shoreline. As we pass High Rock and arrive at the Missile Site, we are
welcomed by a few family members who had planned to meet us at this spot.
As we all pile out of our canoes & kayak, it feels good to be on land.
We setup camp and
begin to prepare a steak dinner. As the crew gathers wood, black clouds
and thunder head our way. The full brunt of the thunderstorm hits the
Keweenaw point, nearly dousing our fire. After about an hour, the rain
subsided and we did manage to enjoy the fire and the peace and quiet.
The next morning we
cooked a good breakfast and our visitors loaded up the truck and headed
back. We loaded up our gear and begin to paddle the remaining 7 miles
towards Copper Harbor. The wind had picked up quite a bit and Superior
was starting to roll. The wind was coming out of the west, which started
to play havoc for us because as soon as we rounded the point we would
be heading into it. The waves proved to be too much and we decided to
turn around, rather than take a chance of dumping our canoes. Anyone that
has spent anytime near Lake Superior knows better than to test its resolve.
We have respect for Superior and it is better to be safe than sorry.
As we arrive back
at the Missile Site, unfortunately our visitors are gone and we will have
to hike into Copper Harbor to get our vehicles to get our gear out. The
hike is about six or seven miles and there isn't a lot of traffic on these
dirt roads. After about five miles of walking, we did manage to catch
a ride from a local guy who was taking his kids camping and fishing. He
was actually heading in and turned around to give us a ride out. This
was not unexpected, in the Keweenaw you will find some of the friendliest
people anywhere.
Once we were loaded
up and heading out, the vehicle was pretty quiet. The long hike and days
before us worn most of us out. We covered about 19 of the 26 miles that
we had planned to paddle. This was our third year canoeing and kayaking
around the Keweenaw Point. In past years, we were able to complete the
journey. I quietly smiled, I thought we were fortunate to get stranded
in a location where we could walk out and drive back for our gear. If
we were stranded at Fish Cove, would have had to leave most of our gear
and figure a way to get it out via boat another time. I am not so sure
the others feel so fortunate or maybe they just don't realize it. Of course,
I did not mention it either.
Every year I have
more of an appreciation for the beauty of Lake Superior, the Keweenaw
and the ability to get out and enjoy it. Next year we may plan a different
path. We could begin on the north west side in Eagle River or Eagle Harbor
or the south side of Traverse Bay, Gay or Betsy. I guess it doesn't matter,
as long as I can go.
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