Camping at Lake Superior Provincial Park had never been on my radar. Until now! The lull of waves crashing, waterfalls, spectacular views. There are so many reasons to go back.
Our first glimpse of the park’s glory was moonlight sparkling off the water of Old Woman Bay; it was love at first sight. (Of course, the only clear night was when we showed up after sunset.)
Here are aspects of Lake Superior that I loved and already have me daydreaming about the next road trip to its shores.
With new hiking boots to break in, I was ready to tackle as many trails as we could in two days. We ended up doing three, with my favourite and most challenging being Orphan Lake. The loop trail covers a beautifully diverse area, giving spectacular views from the lookouts. Before heading out, I failed to mention to my hiking partner that it’s an eight-kilometre trek. Stopping for a break at a scenic lookout we looked below and she commented how nice it would be to see the cove on the shoreline (it’s just to the left of centre in the pano photo). Be careful what you wish for! Next time I’m bringing a picnic to enjoy on the rocky beach decorated with driftwood.
And, yes, I did finally disclose the length of the trail – on the way back up! When she was too exhausted to be angry.
- The campground.
It’s so clean! Even at the end of the season, when a summer’s worth of treats could attract wildlife (raccoons), that didn’t happen here. We did have a talkative squirrel gathering pinecones on the perimeter of the site, but he only occasionally reminded us that he was still around.
There are so many! On the Sand River linear trail we saw and photographed several, but there are many more to discover still.
- Lake Superior.
It’s like being next to the ocean (without the smell). As an early riser, I’d perc a pot of coffee, fill a big mug and watch the world wake up to the rhythm of the waves breaking and water rushing on shore.
Because you can only get to the pictographs when the lake is calm, it was our first stop (so we could return if the weather wasn’t in our favour). It was a successful-ish trip. We didn’t get to the end of the pictographs, but were lucky enough to see the first stretch of artwork.
Hammocks! The campsite next to us had no tent, only hammocks. It’s a game-changer and now I’m convinced it’s the only way to go.
If you need me, I’m researching sleeping hammocks for camping. Any suggestions?