September 3, 2025
45 degrees at 6:00, high of 48.
Legend has it that the Indians were sworn to secrecy about the location of silver, but one told a white man where it was. As punishment, the Gods turned him into a mountain, forever sleeping beside the Silver Islet.
It rained all night. In the morning the winds were blowing hard, but the rains had stopped. We set our chairs out to dry in the wind, and decided to do two more things on the “Must See List.”
There is a great view of the Giant at the top of Marie Louise Lake. Oddly, we have passed that spot 15 times and not noticed the iconic mountain.
Turning south, we hiked to “The never-ending views on Lake Superior from Middlebrun Bay,” a 3-mile round trip hike. It’s a pretty forest to a long, curved beach. There are so many beautiful coves and beaches. It was 48 degrees and windy as we admired the view. I hadn’t layered properly, wearing my heavy Filson, waxed raincoat. I was hot from the hike, but couldn’t take that off. Then it started raining lightly as we headed back up the trail.
Martha pointed to some bushes, motioning me to go first. It was a beautiful, fat grouse, or what they call a partridge. Are they different birds? Further up the trail was another, just walking up the trail.
A man with a backpack, with a dog on a leash, passed us. He had yelled at his dog earlier and apologized if he had scared us. A deer had run out in front of them, and the dog took off after it. We told him about the grouse. He said sometimes you could reach out and catch them with a net.
A hot bowl of chile hit the spot back at camp as it started raining hard. A couple (maybe French) set up a tent next to us, plugging in their hybrid car. They sat under an awning in the cold rain all afternoon. We had the heat on in the trailer as temperatures hovered around 41 degrees. I went out to plug the trailer in, telling them to let us know if they needed anything. It was a miserable day to be camping.