On our way home from Grand Marais, we made an afternoon stop at Split Rock Lighthouse, one of the most visited lighthouses in North America. And no wonder. The lighthouse views. The rocky cliffs. The trails that lead down to the Lake Superior waters. I could have moved in, you guys. Could have packed up our things and set up shop inside one of the old keeper’s homes, gladly accepting the role of the 2015 Split Rock Lighthouse keeper. What a place.
The lighthouse was built in 1905, after a massive November storm shipwrecked and damaged 29 ships off the coastline. Looking down from the clifftop into the rough waters below was a bit eerie, knowing full-well the history and stories that lie beneath the surface. There’s a certain mystery about large bodies of water that makes me want to both cling to the shoreline and sail off into the distance. That strange combination of both beauty and fear that’s so often found in nature.
You sure didn’t disappoint, Split Rock.
Darrin and I hiked down to the rocky shoreline to get a glimpse of the lighthouse jutting into the waters, and we may have taken a few family pictures using that ever-so-handy “self-timer” feature on the camera. Darrin even requested a “kissing photo,” and when your husband suggests a kissing photo, you go for it. And you ignore the giggles from the pudgy elementary schoolers that were watching you from a nearby rock.
You’re a babe, Split Rock Lighthouse.