Behind
our campsite was a trail that wandered back and forth down a hill to reach Lake Vermilion.
The trail wasn’t technically open. The storm from earlier in the year had taken down
trees across the path. But that made it more exciting in climbing over trees
and around obstacles.
The
best part of the hike was that I saw a bald eagle fly past (no picture since it
happened quickly right over me). Besides the normal birds, I also saw grouse
several times. Sometimes we scared each other as they flew through the brush to
get away from me while I jumped from the noise.
And
it wouldn’t be Minnesota with the sounds of loons. Didn’t see them, just heard
their cry.
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