Placid water and clear skies greeted us this morning-quite a warm welcome. After packing up we saw another kayaker and chatted a bit before taking off.
First we passed the Baptism River which boasted a small rock arch nearby. Shovel Point came next with it's near vertical shoreline plunging straight into the lake. At the very tip we saw some overlookers skipping and flailing about. Apparently they were being chased by stable flies and soon they were all over us too.
At the next beach we saw a huge cave that looked like it had a small opening at the end. We took the chance and led The Beast inside. The cave was full of swallows which were constantly darting at our heads. As we rounded the turn toward the exit we had barely six inches of clearance. Victory was ours wand we did not leave a single spec of fiberglass.
Now along this journey we have seem our share of waterfalls. From the tall to short, wide to near non existant we thought we had seen it all but the Manitou River truly shocked us. I am sure there are more fantastic flowing falls with diversions and interesting deviations. The sheet magnitude of the water flowing over the Manitou River falls is unmatched for this expedition. We heard it's thundering sound and saw the spray long before we neared the cove. Once there we sat in awe and wonder.
With sugarloaf cove in our sights we headed on. Clouds were building all around and NOAA called for storms. When we saw clouds of impending doom heading our way, we hit the shore. Nothing came but rain and a beautiful
Rainbow. Things cleared and we made a run for our intended campsite on the water trail. Clouds of impending doom returned. We came to the spot to find the landing to be solid rock. Dang. Our only choice was to race farther and landed on the first cobble beach we came to and set up the tent. It rained, thundered, and then more spectacular rainbows appeared. We could see every color along the entire arch. It was too close to get a picture of it fully. Ironically enough all the rainbow ends just happened to end on shore and in Lake Superior-our pot of gold indeed.
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