On the left, the city of Superior, Wisconsin stretches out in flat contrast to Duluth, a place rising out of the water and heading north. A paddle up the bay reveals storehouses for grains and iron ore. In the bay a paddler can get right up next to working vessels and those permanently moored for the tourist. Huge erector set docks jut into water made brown by the clay from the Nemadji River and other elements I don't care to think about. The bay, however, has made a come back.
People can now swim in most of it without fearing the chemical consequences.
I decide to take a break and pull in on the sandy shoreline. Here I sit on a washed up timber and drink in the day while stuffing some snacks. I could be on the Gulf of Mexico or maybe the beach at Waikiki. There goes a laker with a load of taconite. Back to reality, I shove off.