When driving back down from Lutsen on Sunday, we stopped off at Split Rock Lighthouse State Park. One thing we both agreed on after spending time on the North Coast (as I’m now calling it) that we want to get up there as much as possible in the future. I like the secluded state park in winter. It’s really quiet, except for the sounds of nature.
Walking through these birches was surreal and weird because it was so quiet and open and bright. Like walking through a nuclear holocaust site.
We eventually made our way up to the Lighthouse, and by then the sun had disappeared and the quiet structural environment (and *barb-wire fence*) made the whole compound feel like Shutter Island.
The only photo I got of myself on this trip. Besides this one:
Well, we tried!
Standing on the rocky shore sure did remind me a lot of our time in Hawaii, albeit in a totally different climate 6 months later. I like the idea of those sort of being bookends on our marriage so far. I’ve spent a lot of time with old rocks this year. (Can’t wait to do that round up on the blog. )
Standing on the rocky shore also reminded me of the time Alan and I went to Big Bay State Park on Madeleine Island when we were first dating. We sure have come a long way. Lake Superior has been a kind of totem in our relationship. Let’s not forget that cruise back in September, shall we? We’ve been on this lake in three states. Next up: Canada.