It was a long night. None of us actually slept. We were angry and sad, mourning our companions and in stark disbelief of the suddenness of our situation. The remnants of the storm swirled around us and it ended just before dawn. With the light we began moving, working the stiffness and the wet out of our bones.
We had no provisions and we were hungry, but fortunately, our situation could have been worse. About five miles away was Grand Marais harbor. We knew there was a trading post there and we’d be able to get some food and drink, then we’d try to decide on our next move. As the sun rose we began our trek along the shoreline. Above us was the Grand Sable, the giant sand cliffs that announce the entrance to the Grand Marais.
It quickly got hot, though with Superior beside us, the want o
