Maybe the recent trip to Iowa has activated my travel jones, but I’m dying to get up to the U.P., even though such a trip is pretty much impossible this summer. I particularly want to see the great New Deal-era suspension bridge over the Black River, north of Ironwood at the far western tip of the Yoop.
If I’m recalling things correctly, the bridge connects a small campground to a beach along Lake Superior – one of the few sand beaches on the lake. I distinctly remember the thrill of walking over this bridge: the gaps between the planks, the shudder as everyone stepped on it, the view of the water below…
“Bridge At Black River Harbor,” by Siskokid via Flickr