Phase II
And so, here we are after all this time, finally getting to the meat of this trip. Grand Island was really nice, but it turned out to just be an appetizer. The trip's main course was a three-night backpacking jaunt on the most remote -- and, I have to say, absolute best -- of all U.S. national parks, Isle Royale, a 40-mile-long wilderness island situated way up near the north shore of Lake Superior. By all rights, Isle Royale should be Canadian, but for some reason Michigan got to keep it.
Here we are getting ready to hop on the boat in the little town of Copper Harbor at 8:30 in the morning. Which, really, is way too early to get to Copper Harbor. The last time we went to Isle Royale, which was ten years ago, we set out from Chicago after work and drove eight hours to spend exactly two hours in a Houghton hotel. We planned it way better this time and actually got a good night's sleep before setting out, but we still felt a little more rushed than I prefer. Getting to Isle Royale is hard.
Phase II
And so, here we are after all this time, finally getting to the meat of this trip. Grand Island was really nice, but it turned out to just be an appetizer. The trip's main course was a three-night backpacking jaunt on the most remote -- and, I have to say, absolute best -- of all U.S. national parks, Isle Royale, a 40-mile-long wilderness island situated way up near the north shore of Lake Superior. By all rights, Isle Royale should be Canadian, but for some reason Michigan got to keep it.
Here we are getting ready to hop on the boat in the little town of Copper Harbor at 8:30 in the morning. Which, really, is way too early to get to Copper Harbor. The last time we went to Isle Royale, which was ten years ago, we set out from Chicago after work and drove eight hours to spend exactly two hours in a Houghton hotel. We planned it way better this time and actually got a good night's sleep before setting out, but we still felt a little more rushed than I prefer. Getting to Isle Royale is hard.