Minnesota
#33 Eagle Mountain, elevation 2,301 ft.
Land o’ lakes ‘n’ mosquitoes (and apostrophes). Lots of ‘em.
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Where the Iron Boats Go
By the end of our road trip around Lake Michigan, Clem had tired of hearing Gordon Lightfoot’s iconic ballad “Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.” It pursued him in his dreams much like the infamous mosquito clouds pursued us without relent up and down the trail to Eagle Mountain.