I finally committed to attending this event and it was wonderful. It was my first event on the shores of western Lake Superior. (I spent every summer on the eastern shores at my cottage at Whitefish Point Michigan, the site of the first lighthouse on Lake Superior). There is something magical and powerful about this lake. Furthermore, to stand on the ground where the actual people stood when they met to trade goods at the end of the season before winter set in was also awe inspiring. I was too enamored with the entire experience to take many photos, but I managed to snag a few.
The Grand Hall:
Fog in the trees after a Lake Superior late summer storm:
The partner and clerk in the Grand Hall
A walk through the woods:
Me by the lake!!
Looking out across the water…
Wee Needle 