We were heading directly into late after noon sun listening to our new music tape and feeling very much the presence of the spirit that joined us for our journey. We acknowledged its being there and we felt small giddiness. Lenny was tapping on the dash board accompanying the music and we both broke into a chant. Suddenly as we crested a hill we were greeted by our first view of Lake Superior. Nothing but open water lie in front of us. This majestic scene could very easily been mistaken for the Pacific Ocean. Our music tape had run its course but we continued our chanting and drumming, making a sound track that would accompany such scenery in a larger-than-life movie. As we whizzed over a small bridge something to the right caught my eye.
Just past was a pull over and we parked there, got out and walked back to the edge of the chasm the bridge crossed. To our left we discovered our second waterfall. A narrow but steady stream of water poured from a cliff at least a hundred feet higher than where we stood. It cascaded down into a sizeable pool more than a hundred feet below us. At the edge was large steel cable to grab onto making it safe to peer over the brink. We could see a gorge running the few hundred feet to Lake Superior. After sitting there a while taking in the splendor, we decided to find a camp site along the shore. Several miles further on Lake Superior Provincial Park provided such a setting. We placed our tent a few yards from the shore on a sandy beach. Our spot rivaled any setting on an ocean but this one had the distinct smell of fresh water that the sun set into on a clear calm evening.