Let me just state the obvious here. Black sand gets very hot in the sun. We packed up our soaking wet gear not a moment too soon. We were pulling out just as the sun started cooking our beach home.
We passed an old factory stack in Gay and the black sand gave way to modest cliffs interspersed with sandy beaches. We stopped at this quaint little roadside park for lunch. It was after eating we noticed the name...Brunette Park. How Mom was allowed to stay I do not know.
The paddle into Bete de Gris Bay was peacefull. There were many carp in the shallows and a lazy scenic byway along the shore. Once we rounded Point Isabelle we had yet another headwind. No bother.
There was a beautiful sand beach all along the bottom of the bay framed in the mountains of the Keweenaw. We ended up camping on the beach which was the quietest place we have been thus far. I am certain tonight will be great for sleeping.
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