Places remembered: Grand Marais

I remember very well my first trip to Minnesota to meet CD’s family, back in 1971.  A couple of years later I traveled with them to meet relatives who lived in Grand Marais, a town on the North Shore of Lake Superior, some 110 miles northeast of Duluth.  I was captivated by the natural beauty of this area, with its rugged, iron-rich, rocky shoreline, unbelievably-clear (and cold!) water, and the surrounding lovely, statuesque pine and hardwood forest.  The town is situated adjacent to a small but magnificent rocky peninsula (Artist’s Point) that really captured my heart.

Hare Bells, Grand Marais 07-28-96I’ve had numerous opportunities to return through the years, and I’ve always tried to take advantage of each one.  Last weekend we were able to visit it again, for a small reunion with some of CD’s relatives, and I made sure to take the time to pay my respects to (as the locals call it) The Point a couple more times.

The Point 3290The Point 3301We also had a picnic in the Municipal Park adjacent to Grand Marais Harbour and were treated to the appearance of a superb local sailing vessel, the Hjørdis, as a gentle mist began to rise from the water.  Truly the stuff of dreams.

The Hjørdis, Grand Marais 3415(Click on an individual photo for a higher-resolution image.)

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12 Responses to Places remembered: Grand Marais

  1. settleandchase says:

    What a fantastic thing to see! I can feel the breath of that water, lovely..

    • krikitarts says:

      This special lake really does have a life of her own, and she does breathe, indeed. Days like this one, where she seems to be holding her breath, are most especially precious.

  2. victoriaaphotographyictoria says:

    Love that first image of the flower growing out of a crack in the rock.

    Looks like a lovely place to visit.

    • krikitarts says:

      The flowers are Hare Bells, and they seem to love and flourish in this extremely-challenging micro-climate. The conditions under which the dormant plant and/or seeds need to overwinter are harsh in the extreme. It will approach -40 degrees (both Fahrenheit and Celsius–this is where the two meet) several times each winter, and all the cracks will be full of expanding ice. It really is a lovely place to visit–especially on calm, summer days!

  3. Winnie says:

    Nice tease! I was hoping to see more of the coastline you described and was thrilled when I found the photos that followed the delicate flower growing out of the rock.

    • krikitarts says:

      So true–this country is a perpetual tease. It seems that every new curve in a forest road provides a new insight into its secrets and a new opportunity to look at them more closely.

  4. Wow, wow, wow – I am so in love with the photo of the schooner in the mist. Being a sailor at heart, that photo just jumped right out of the screen and grabbed my attention. It is absolutely stunning!!!

    • krikitarts says:

      It was as if a ghost ship had appeared, and I really scrambled to see what I could do with the sudden opportunity. I’m so pleased that you like it so much, Cindy!

  5. MikeP says:

    Captivated by the place…. i am captivated by your pics!!!!

  6. Adrian Lewis says:

    What a beautiful place – and, yes, that last picture, truly dreamlike – wonderful! Adrian

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