Gunflint Trail, Grand Marais, MN Dec. 5-6
Wednesday was our last full day at Gunflint. We hiked up to Lookout Point for a high view of the still unfrozen Gunflint Lake. We overheard at the lodge that almost all other lakes had frozen over, evidently Gunflint is frequently one of the last lakes in the area to freeze over. Of course, this is the same place where I heard one gentleman state: ” I used to drink Pabst Blue Ribbon but then in high school I switched over to Miller’s.”
Still hoping to see moose, who did not come wandering in front of our cabin window, we drove the last 12 miles of the Gunflint Trail. The day had started to lightly snow, sort of the snow that you know is fake on the Hallmark Channel Christmas movies; a light, wispery couple of flakes here and there. As we drove to the end of the trail, seeing neither people, autos, or moose, the snow increased. We probably ended up with an additional two inches of light, powdery snow that day. Chris took a few pictures of rocks to prove we had been here.
We even skipped lunch, despite it being paid for in our meal plan. We have just been enjoying the food, eating more than we normally would at home. Another meal might have had us explode-and it would have made it difficult to finish the larger meals served at dinner time. Our last Christmas cards were addressed, completing one of the tasks we had brought with us to work on during slow times. One more naturalist program awaited us. John, the naturalist, is a jack of all trades and gave an afternoon performance of country music. Besides enjoying the music, we conversed with him about various country artists. John knew much more than we did, but we were able to pitch in about several country western museums that our 2018 travels had brought us to.
Thursday morning we packed up and said good-bye, thoroughly enjoying our time at the Gunflint Lodge. I know I drove slower than the locals on the way back to Grand Marais and Highway 61 since I pulled over several times to let cars pass. The two inches of powder from the day before was primarily packed down; the snow plow we saw was heading up the Gunflint and had no impact on our driving lane. A shopping stop in Grand Marais was successful for some items for me and a few Christmas gifts. The drive to St. Paul was still another 4.5 hours but under sunny skies. The truism that cloudy skies in winter are usually warmer than clear skies was accurate today. The blue skies made for brighter pictures but it was probably 10-15 degrees colder than Monday through Wednesday.
Have you ever been asked by a company how you found them, internet, direct mail, etc? In most cases, when I even remember, it is a mix of factors. Such it was for our next stop, Wild Country Maple Syrup. We had left Grand Marais and were heading home. Along the side of the road, I observed one of those state transportation signs thanking a person, family, company, etc for picking up litter along a particular section of the road. This sign thanked Wild Country Maple Syrup. It rang a bell. My cousin and her husband had mentioned this place after their recent visit to the North Shore of Lake Superior. Chris did a quick search and found that the company was about a 20 minute drive off Highway 61. We looked at each other and said why not, we are retired, what is another hour or so for the drive home.
The 20 minute one-way estimate was accurate even those the miles were much less. Once again, the paved clear road transitioned down to a snow-covered lane and a half road lightly traveled. As we neared Wild Country, we noticed the plastic lines my cousin had mentioned. This company taps into thousands of maple trees over the 320 acres of land they own. 60 plus miles of food grade PVC tubing collect the sap in the spring and bring it into the sugaring house. When sugaring is over, all of the lines and 18,000 plus taps have to be cleaned. At the site, the sales building had an open sign. Well, that was accurate. The door was open and interior notices indicated this was an honor system of payment. You took your selections of maple syrup, noted them in the ledger, and then dropped cash or a check in one box or used an app program to pay by credit card. We dutifully complied and left without seeing a soul.
We made two other quick stops, one at the gift store at Split Rock Lighthouse (nothing of interest) and at the Rustic Inn Cafe for a meal/snack. From there, it was all clear sailing until reaching St. Paul around 7 PM. Next trip, two weeks in Orlando in mid-January.
Ed and Chris Saint Paul MN Dec. 7
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