High Falls of the Pigeon River & Grand Portage.

Thursday, June 8, 2017; High Falls of the Pigeon River, Grand Portage and Horseshoe Bay.

Morning at Horseshoe Bay.

The Forest at my campsite.

The Canadian border is less than 20 miles from Horseshoe Bay, but it's not that which interests me, but the Pigeon River which forms the border here, between Minnesota and Canada, and the High Falls (and coincidentally the highest in Minnesota), upon that river.  This river has history written all over it.  It was this river, only 27 miles long that led to the series of lakes and streams that provided the way into the interior of Northwest Canada, and thus the fur trading highway that built Canada [as an aside ... I've always thought that the Canadians made a mistake, last century, when they chose the Maple leaf as the symbol for their national flag; the Beaver would have much more apt ... I mean, whoever built a Nation with Maple leaves?].  But the the first few miles of the Pigeon is blocked to canoe travel by a series of waterfalls and rapids, of which the first is the High Falls, a couple miles from where the river discharges into Lake Superior.  Thus Grand Portage (just a few miles down the coast from the Pigeon), became the natural place for a transshipping point at the beginning of the 9 mile portage trail that bypassed the first few miles of the Pigeon.  Here it was that the French Voyageurs from Montreal (known as Montrealers), in their 30' birch-bark, freight canoes, with their 8000 pounds of cargo, rendezvoused  with the Voyageurs (known as Northmen), from the far interior, in their lighter, 20', birch-bark canoes still capable of transporting 4000 lbs. of Beaver pelts.  Here they rendezvous once a year, mightily partied-down, then went their separate ways; the Pork Eaters (another name for the Montrealers), back to Montreal with the Beaver pelts, and the Northmen back northwest into the interior, with their loads of trade goods to trade for Beaver pelts.  Etienne Brule almost certainly stood on the eastern shores of Lake Superior by 1608, and I like to think that some unremarked Frenchman stood on these Minnesota shores of Lake Superior by the time the Pilgrims landed at Plymouth Rock in 1620.  I arrived at Grand Portage at closing time for the stockade and buildings making up the replica transshipping post of the early fur trade of 1793, but there is still much to be seen. 

The trading post at Grand Portage.

Warehouse.

Birchbark canoe.

Framework of an Anishinabe bark lodge; the three rolls of bark to the right of the lodge are Birchbark ready for cladding the frame.

A fully clad smaller more tee-pee like structure.

Beaver lodge.

Looking out on Lake Superior

Mist shrouding Grand Portage Island.

The earlier part of the day was spent at Grand Portage State Park, on the Pigeon River, and of course going to see, and of course photograph the the High Falls.  I spent more time doing this than I had planned, because there was a certain amount of time wasted while sheltering from rain showers under trees, and even in a loo during the one really heavy shower.  I finally did get the photos I wanted of the High Falls, even though I had to retrace my steps several times, due to the rain.

The Pigeon River. 

The High Falls of the Pigeon; as it happens 

this is the highest Waterfall in Minnesota

 at approximately130 feet.

Hat Point; Grand Portage is the other side of this.

The Susie Islands lost in fog.

The Horseshoe Bay campsite was again unoccupied, thus I was able to have a leisurely evening over supper, watching fog banks come and go out on the lake, and finally the Moon rising through the mist.  This would be my last night Up North, and I enjoyed it to the full.

Evening fogbank off shore.

The mist closes in.

The Moon rising through the mist.