I did manage to capture a few shots (okay, ten) of the sun freshly risen, and nicely orange-y.
We took a quick afternoon trip to the Real Big Lake, the one to the north. Here’s the breakwatered entry to Grand Marais’s harbor.
We then made our standard pilgrimage to the mouth of Hurricane Creek. This is the nearby beach with some shoreline breakers and boulders tumbled by glaciers some _decades_ ago. 🤣