A love affair ... no, that’s not the kind I mean. Love is probably a poor choice of words, maybe an attraction or attitude would be better, anyway, I’m talking about my personal fascination with Lake Superior.
It must have started about 65 years ago, when my sister and I first spent a week on the North Shore with my mom and dad. We rented a little one-room, bare-bones cabin called Nelson’s Cozy Cabins, just before you get to Two Harbors.
I was about 10 years old, but I could tell this was a body of water like no other. Instead of sandy shores, where you could wade around trying to catch minnows, there were 35-foot sheer cliffs, bare snarly rocks below, with swells of waves surging, white and noisy. A frisky kid could defiantly get more than a stubbed toe around here. \\
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Posted by Dave at August 6, 2006 09:08 AM