Rediscovering Ourselves While Making Memories for the Future - My Family Travels

The summer before my senior year of high school, my parents decided we would go vacation on Lake Superior. Not only did my brother and I agree we could not wait for the day when which we left. The old memories of the rolling green fields, the tall ancient trees, and the crystal clear water took root once again in our minds as we ecstatically packed for what would be eleven days of paradise.

The morning after we flew into Minneapolis-St. Paul our real adventure was finally ready to take off. We drove north through all the little towns that dotted the countryside until we reached the lakeshore. This was not your average lake. It looked like the ocean. Lake Superior has the largest surface area of any lake in the entire country and I would not have been the first to question that claim after I saw the lake. Picturesque sailboats, docks, and shore side cafes and stores surrounded it. A low cloud cover was on the horizon and one couldn't help but to picture themselves in a movie. We took the ferry from Bayfield to La Point on Madeline Island. We then decided to drive up to our cabin. It was rented from Bog Lake Outfitters. The accommodations were, at one point, an old fishing shack that had been renovated. It was beautiful. The natural flora and fauna of the island surrounded the rear of the cabin while to the front wide lake views and a private sandy beach greeted us. We had also been provided kayaks that we would end up using for our numerous jaunts across the water.

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Over the course of the week we would end up taking three major trips in the kayaks. The first was to the far side of the island to some cliffs bordering Big Bay State Park. The contrast between the bright blue water to the sandy orange caves to the vibrant green forests was unbelievable. Never before had I seen such powerful color or untouched natural beauty. The next trip was a longer one to Michigan Island. There we got a tour from the resident Park Rangers who told us the story of the old lighthouse and how it gradually became outdated and replaced by an autonomous version. We were given the opportunity to explore both the old and the new lighthouses. At the top, we could see for miles in every direction. It was truly a unique and different way to view the already spectacular landscape. Our final long trip was to the far end of Stockton Island. My dad had once climbed a sea stack and we had decided we should try to do it as well. All told the journey took six hours and we travelled twenty miles. Unfortunately we were not able to summit the giant rock but it was still a journey nonetheless. Out off the sandstone cliffs of Stockton Island, the landscape was the most amazing we had seen yet. Sea caves that the water had carved out of the seemingly impenetrable rock dotted the cliffs, while trees that towered almost sixty feet kept watch from above. A small waterfall came off the rocks in a small-secluded area that was peaceful and one was able to forget that they were on a much larger body of water. 

This trip was a great family bonding experience. We were all able to relax and connect more than the busy world of home would ever allow us to do. The disconnection from technology and the news allowed us to enjoy… well just us. 

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