We slept in, as is our custom, and rose well after the sun. Following a breakfast of cinnamon rolls from the nearby
Mocha Moose, we assumed our stations. The girls alternated from the cabin to the shoreline. They tossed sunflower seeds to the resident ground squirrels and found a lake snail. Daughter L spied a bulk freighter entering the port of Two Harbors.

Ilene and I sat on the deck reading, She in the sun, and I in the shade. I face the lake and can look up from my book to see gulls flying over the scintillating waters of the lake. Squadrons of dragon flies occasionally strafe the vegetation between the cabin and the lake in a search and destroy mission of smaller flying insects. A breeze occasionally rustles the birch trees in front of me while an anonymous bird sings as part of a larger chorus.
Our leisure at the cabin ended at 3:00 when we left for Cascade River State Park some 75 miles up the shore. Our hiking took us to the key sights at the park: the solid rock shore with Lake Superior, the cascade of Cascade River, and a hike 600 ft above the lake to Lookout Mountain.
The shoreline was dominated by solid rock with very few split off boulders. During this phase of our hiking, a key focus was to find the toilet shown on our map. We eventually found the single holer, but I would dispute the placement of the “T” on the map relative to our trail and the cross trail it was on.
The second phase of out hike was along the cascade River, whose features are known for their beauty and easy access form highway Mn-61. A sample video is provided below.
Our group was game for a third phase of hiking up Lookout Mountain. The trail took us from Cascade River to Cascade Creek and then up Lookout Mountain. The reward was twofold: a view across the Cascade River valley to the next peak of the Saw tooth Mountains and a view of the Lake Superior.

While the mountain”, at 600 ft above Lake Level, is only a mountain by Midwestern standards, the chain and lake stand as well weathered monuments to an alleged more violent period in the area’s geological history. A period when a chain of volcanoes lined what is now the North Shore, forming the rocky hills and shore. The lake itself is in a rift where the current North American continent was ripping apart. One of the rips in under 600 ft of water, not to far from where I now sit.

The descent down was nice. We much prefer coming down than going up. Our destination was the historic Cascade Lodge for supper. It was our first time to eat there since it is on a part of the North Shore we seldom visit. We enjoyed the homemade salad dressing, walleye fish cakes, and big burgers. We will be back.
For most of the drive back to our cabin, we were escorted by the nearly full moon as it rose above the lake. There was an especially nice scene as we crossed the Gooseberry River of the moon, its shimmer on the lake, and a bulk freighter lit up beneath the moon. We turned around for a picture, but the timing, lighting, and camera lens were not sufficient for a good shot. We had also stopped by Split Rock lighthouse for a “moon shot”, but that didn’t work out either.
It was well after 10:00 PM when we arrived back at the cabin. It had cooled down and the waves had come up a bit. Ilene left the lakeside window open a bit so we could hear them gently caress the rocky shore as we fell asleep. It is the signature sound of our annual sojourn.