Up the rugged Superior shore,
To where two countries meet;
Through the golden Sawtooth hills,
With the waves at their feet.
Along the pebbled, craggy edge,
Where restless waters stretch,
All the way to meet the dawn,
At a line so faintly etched.
Through the forest silent,
To where the roaring water falls,
Beneath the gentle mountain peaks,
Where the soaring eagle calls.
Spires of pine were pointing up,
While fluttering leaves fell down,
To grace the humble forest floor,
In a multi-colored gown.
A journey up the North Shore in October is about as lovely an autumn experience as it gets—and if you can get fresh coffee and cardamom rolls to eat while you drive, even better.
“Bless the Lord, O my soul…who satisfies you with good so that your youth is renewed like the eagle’s.” (Psalm 103:1,5)