When we got there huge seas were still crashing into the base of Agawa Rock sending spray to the height of the cliffs. From our vantage point we could see that the only way to have painted these famous pictographs would be by being suspended from above. We could just imagine a priest dangling over the prepuce to render images of his spirituality that could only be viewed by those out to sea. Lore has it they were drawn executed so the Spirit residing on Lake Superior would bless those traveling upon its waters. Although we were not out upon the waters we felt fortunate that the seas woke with their crashing and thumping before setting upon us. We offered a prayer of gratitude to be observing its boiling waters from a safe and dry vantage. It was still early morning when we decided to press on still not certain if we were traveling all the way to the Rockies.
When we stopped at Terrace Bay for lunch we discovered an answer to our question of where we were headed. After eating, Lenny discovered that his wallet was missing. It contained no money, so that was not an issue. What he was missing was his driver’s license, his only means of identification should it be required to reenter the United States. We decided to renter soon. Our reasoning is that should we be held up, we would rather experience it when we were not pressed for time. I hope to get back to Martha’s Vineyard for my daughter’s birthday--August 21, less than ten days away. Lenny wanted to get back also so he could get to work on his carving project. We both envisioned be held up at a border crossing way out west. We figured if that was to be our fate, let’s get it over with. We decided to cross back into the United States along the boundary waters of Minnesota.
South of Thunder bay we approached the border on a highway that continued our encirclement of Lake Superior. The crossing checkpoint was small, evidently not having to handle lots of traffic. We pulled up expecting to be asked to produce evidence of citizenship and then having to be subjected to an investigation to prove Lenny was a native born Native. The guard asked us our nationality. We both quickly responded, “American.” After answering few questions about the length of our visit to Canada and our purchases while there, we were waved through. We pulled away breathing a sigh of relief that we got away with our criminal act of crossing without ID. To celebrate, we treated ourselves to a motel room with hot showers in Grand Marais, Minnesota. We also decided that our new travel plan was to completely circumnavigate Lake Superior till we got back to Sault Sainte Marie.