Isolation Antidotes (50): The Ghost Ship of Grand Marais

In this time of isolation, let me take you back once again, to this date exactly seven years ago. We were spending the summer at our cabin in northern Minnesota as usual, but we made an excursion to another favorite place, the town of Grand Marais, 111 miles north of Duluth, which lies at the tip of the nose of the wolf’s-head structure of Lake Superior. It was early afternoon and a lovely fog lay suspended over the calm harbor. A restored sailing vessel, the Hjørdis, was out beyond the jetty, providing a unique perspective of the shore to its passengers and, viewed from the shore, it seemed to float in its own microcosm of serenity, suspended above the natural world. Some day we’ll take that ride as well.