On a Sunday morning in early June, my son and I left Munising after breakfast at Bay Furnace Bagel to head to parts west.
It was tremendously foggy and cool for the first fifty miles between Munising and Marquette, but not so foggy I didn’t realize how lovely it would be to live on Lake Superior near the town of Au Train.
The fog lifted and I pulled over for a few shots of Superior.
It is a road trip, after all, and the scenery along the way is half the point.
Around Marquette and beyond, the landscape of the Upper Peninsula begins to change from dairy farms and scrubby wetlands to hills with imposing outcroppings of rock, reminiscent of the foothills of a mountain range.
This is copper country and iron country. And indeed it is part of an ancient mountain range, the Porcupine Mountains, which we’ll get to by and by.
There’s no where else in the state of Michigan quite like it. It reminded me at times of the drive from flat Denver to the foothills of the Rocky Mountains. Except everywhere there is water. Rivers, creeks, wetlands, waterfalls, a Great Lake, and inland lakes.
One can spend too long in a car, especially when one is nine years old.
Time for a short hike along the storied Sturgeon River to find a waterfall…
The boy has discovered that he loves climbing and leaping around on rocks. Finding such things to climb and leap on was his singular focus in the western UP.
He’s also found that he loves rushing rivers and rapids, the sounds of which we normally don’t hear in the flat, lazy middle of the Mitten where rivers take their time over riverbeds of muffling sediment.
It’s possible he may have gotten tired of my continual admonishments to “be careful” on the sometimes slippery rocks.
We found Canyon Falls at the end of about a 1/2 mile trail. I allowed the boy to come around the fence and down a bit into the gorge for a closer look at these falls, which are tucked away below the trail.
But I didn’t let him get quite as far down as I went to get the best view inside the little “canyon” where they empty out.
After all, one has to have some sense of limits. Even when it is clear that one’s son is busy testing his.
In case you’re wondering where to find these falls, you’ll want to head toward the red star off Highway 41, seven miles south of L’Anse.