Imagine, if you will, a stunning secret world near the exact middle of North America. This world is accessible by foot only every few years when the winter conditions are right. It can be reached in summer only by small, seaworthy boats, ideally hand-powered craft.
Picture soaring cliffs of deep red sandstone, banded with layers of colored sand and even ancient ripple marks. Imagine dramatic cracks in this sandstone, rounded grottoes and 6-foot tall keyholes next to tiny mirror keyholes. See trees colonizing the tops of these cracks, large and small, tenaciously clinging to the rough rock. Hear gurgles and splashes of icy clear water in summer; listen to the stunning silence or occasional cracking of ice in the winter.
Picture water flowing out of and over the rock. In winter, this water freezes into immense sheets, delicate ripples or pointed daggers of ice. Explore the new, frozen pockets, skirting loose chunks or sliding over rippled blue pillows of ice. Be completely amazed and astounded, grateful that you’ve been able to visit this year.
This world DOES exist, tucked into the top of a peninsula in the southwest corner of the world’s largest Great Lake. We were lucky enough to visit this week. It never fails to amaze...