Text and Images by Philip J. Kucera, except as noted.
The First People named the lake Kitchi-gummi, or Great Water. In 1620 -
the same year pilgrims landed at Plymouth Rock - when arriving at what's today called
Sault Ste. Marie, the Jesuit missionary Etienne Brûlé dubbed the inland sea
beyond the Soo rapids Supérieur. The Upper
Lake.
Later, English landlords as they're wont to do,
simplified that to Superior. And so it is.
We northerners pay homage to Lake Superior on
the third Sunday of July each year. Personally, I carry a large garbage bag
when visiting a beach or two. Superior's shores stay amazingly clean year 'round,
thanks to efforts made by hoards of locals and visitors...out of respect.
This year Frank and I, along with some
guidance provided by time travelers, invite you on a tour of favorite stops
around the big lake. We'll start our trip going clockwise from Sault Ste. Marie.
From there in 1659-60, the two French explorers Radisson and Groseilliers were
the first to skirt the entire south shore. Along the way they traded with
Native inhabitants, European goods for furs.
Translated from Radisson's manuscript: "It was to
us like a terrestrial paradise. We went along the coasts, which are most
delightful and wondrous, for its Nature that made it so pleasant to the eye,
the spirit, and the belly".
In 1721 Pierre Charlevoix cautioned: "when a storm is about to rise, you
are advertized of it... two days before, you perceive a gentle murmuring on the
surface of the water...the day after, the lake is covered with large waves. But
on the third day...the lake becomes all on fire; the ocean in its greatest rage
is not more tossed....
A south shore fisherman working out of Black
River Harbor once told me, "When you look out there at the lakes'
end and you see pimples all across that long line, it's time to head for
shore fast, cause a big blow is coming pretty quick."
An English gentleman, Frederick Marryat traveled the south shore in a
birchbark canoe in 1837, along with two hunting companions and five crewmen.
All were amazed at the wonders of nature.
"We landed at dusk, much fatigued; but
the aurora borealis flashed in the heavens, spreading out like a vast plume of
ostrich feathers across the sky, every minute changing its beautiful and
fanciful forms...we watched it for hours....
From Father Dablon, in the 'Jesuit Relations, 1610-1791': "...extensive
fishing is carried on...of a kind of fish found usually only in Lake Superior
and Huron...called in the native language Atticameg, and in ours
'whitefish,' because in truth it is very white: and it is most excellent...
Did I mention there are incredible restaurants
along the entire lake shore, many of them off the beaten path? Some still serve
fresh fish.
Colonel Camille Pisani, journaling Prince
Napoleon's tour of Superior, wintered over in 1861-62. "The
inhabitants of the region are...as the crew of a ship caught in the ice of the
polar seas and forced to hibernate. Their winter is terrible. The temperature
often lowers to the freezing point of mercury. The lake is covered with a very
thick layer of ice, increased by heavy snowfalls...terrifying storms break the
ice crust; the stormy lake piles up the ruins of its prison on the shores...
The Minnesota shore is a nearly unbroken rock
wall from Duluth all the way to the Canadian border. Between rising stone and
big water, in many places there's just sufficient room for the famous Highway 61 to weave it's way north. With enough trees to give the surroundings at
least a half wild look the entire 150 miles, it's one of the most scenic shoreline
drives in the country.
Count two dozen state parks and scenic
waysides, with a like number of fishing hamlets along the way. Among those is
tiny Hovland, located about a dozen miles short of the Canadian Border, on
Chicago (Horseshoe) Bay.
The day before Thanksgiving 1958, young Carl
Hammer headed out in his 16' open skiff to pull nets before a major nor'wester
struck. The storm arrived early. Worried his fishing
partner hadn't returned, Norwegian born 63-year-old Helmer Aakvik set out in
his old wooden skiff to find Carl, but he and his boat were gone. Helmer worked
the lake for over 28 hours in gale force winds, 20-24 foot seas and temperatures
all the while well below freezing, searching for his friend.
You can listen to the story here.
F. Hutton |
There's something to be said about the
tenacity of the inhabitants of the Lake Superior Basin.
Tuesday,
October 24, 2017, a buoy set in eastern Lake Superior by Northern Michigan
University, recorded a storm wave of 28.8 feet in height and hurricane force winds
clocking just under 80mph.
Both the
day prior and the day after the storm, seas were near calm. What we call a White Squall.
On the Canadian shore, Rossport once supported
a large commercial fishery and was a prime source for whitefish. A former
Canadian Pacific rail stop, today the scenic town attracts tourists arriving by
boat or auto.
Fish tugs still head out from the port,
in calm weather and not. Boats working Canadian waters are generally larger
than their counterparts in the U.S. Northwest gales have a tremendous reach
across the northern half of the lake as they batter the east shore.
Now we're almost back to the Soo, with just one
more stop to make.
F. Hutton |
On the face of Agawa Rock in Lake Superior Provincial Park, amid dozens of red ocher
pictographs, is an image of Mishipeshu, the Great Underwater Panther, the ancient
Spirit of Lake Superior. Mishipeshu is Lake Superior. Angered,
it will upset a 40 foot birch bark Montreal Canoe in a moment. A proper
offering—Kinnikinick (tobacco) perhaps, or a treasured trinket, might smooth 30
foot seas in like time.
And now we've reached the end of
the road…
Every day, a visit to Lake
Superior is a celebration. This was fun. See you on the lake.
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Philip Kucera's been my dear friend and mentor for longer than either of us should like to think on. From Phil I've learned more about the Superior Basin and fine art than anyone else, by far. It's my distinct pleasure to have turned over this space to him, for Lake Superior's namesake day.
#lakesuperiorday2020 #lakesuperiorcircletour #lakesuperior
All good fun until the storms roll in. C'est la vie.
ReplyDeleteIndeed. Or the bugs, or the bears...
ReplyDeleteOh my!
DeleteA wonderful tour of Mother Superior
ReplyDeleteProbably my favorite trip in the world is to go up & over. Phil's the ideal virtual guide, I think. His knowledge of the region's vast.
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