With a light rain falling I slipped the lines and moved out of the speedway and onto the road next to the airport runway, then out onto the highway through town. Every city dreads the decision of ships on waterway. It’s either a drawbridge or a high bridge. Superior and Duluth elected to have high bridges because they are the busiest freshwater port in the world. As Snee-Oosh pulled up the long grade to reach the high bridge, I saw what supported this head of the lake. Ore docks and storage silos lined the waterfront. These were mill towns.
On the radio when they would talk about the weather, they would always for the: Duluth weather, “the range” weather – the iron ore mountain range west of Lake Superior and the weather for “the big lake”.
I took the beautiful scenic route up the north shore (To me it is a coastline due to the massiveness of the body of water) and settled next to a river in at a state forest campground. Even though it was a weekend, it was almost empty. Labor Day had come and gone. My traveling buddies had returned to their homesteads and from now on in my circle tour finding a camping spot should not be difficult.
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