Lyrice form Gordon Lightfoots, "The wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald"
"The Legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
of the big lake they call Glitch Gumee
Superior, they said, never gives up her dead
When the gales of November come early"
Rick and I got to experiance the "Gales of November" as we visited the North Shore a few weeks ago.
We happened to to be there on November 10th, the anniversary of the sinking of the Edmund Fitzgerald.
Lake Superior was angry, pounding the shore with a force I had never seem in all the times we have visited the North Shore. The sound of the giant waves crashing in the the rocks below our cabin was eerie, the best I can descibe it was like a loud boom.
Some of the waves we saw coming in we guessed to be 10 -12 feet high.
A camera can not bring in the depth or magnificence of what we
heard with our ears and saw with our eyes
I could have sat all day on our balcony and just watched... it was spectacular.
Away from the lake one afternoon, Rick and I did some hiking in Gooseberry State Park
It was a beautiful afternoon to enjoy nature with this guy
A look from the back side of our cabin #4 .
We love staying at Breezy Point Cabins on Superior,
It was our 4th time... Our Go-to place between Two Harbors and Duluth.
A look northeast from our deck
Our get-away to the North Shore was relaxing and good for the soul.
We left the day after we buried Dad...
There was a peace of mind in knowing Dad was now free of this world, and a weight lifted
off my shoulders as I no longer had to watch him endure the wrath of Dementia.
