Eagle Mountain, MN. Another one of the '50' meets its match.
The dream is now a reality. All two-thousand-two-hundred-ninety-seven feet of Minnesota's highest point have fallen victim to the mighty machine better known as Summit Cheeseburger.
"I'm not hungover, it's just altitude sickness" was to be the theme of our Saturday morning hike. Three hours of driving followed by three miles of hiking separated us from our place in the Minnesota history books. Our hike began in the midst of a dense fog with some drizzle in the forecast, but we were not to be denied. So determined was David, that prior to the hike, he swapped out his tennis shoes in favor of golf shoes. Something about 'getting better traction'...
The fog was certain to rob us of the million-dollar view atop the summit, but the haze that surrounded us during the hike seemed to intensify the situation, the interesting light that was cast across the forest floor was so unique that it made me temporarily forget that David was indeed wearing golf shoes.
As the path wound deeper into the hardwoods, we entered the famous Boundary Waters Canoe Area. Though not visible in the photo, the fine print on the signed gave fair warning that hang gliders were not allowed. Dissapointing, but it said nothing about golf shoes, so we moved forward.
We pressed on into the mist, and the
hangovers altitude sickness was ever-present as we climbed into oblivion. At last we stood face to face with our dream.
A kitchen was prepared, and several groups of curious hikers followed their noses to the peak, making this a successful advocacy mission as well. But the real news here is summed up in the photo below:
You'll be hearing from us again.