July 10th, 2009 @ 23:25:48 | 2 Comments
“Travel makes one modest. You see what a tiny place you occupy in the world.” – Gustave Flaubert
Make no mistake, the Firesteel River is a really cool spot. We arrived as the sun was setting, just enough time to get out to the beach for the sunset. So we thought…
I can save you some time (if you ever go to this beach) by telling you the trail to the beach is on the South side of the river, and that it heads through a very mucky swamp. Do not wear nice shoes. We made it out just as the sun was dipping below the horizon. We burst out of the thick brush onto a magnificent beach… A bald eagle sat perched on a hunk of driftwood 50 yards away. We obviously scared the eagle with our sudden emergence from the trees, and it soon disappeared over the treeline as we realized we had missed both the sun and eagle. Nonetheless, the glow on the distant horizon was spectacular enough. I went for a swim.
A map of the area is here. Its a really pretty beach, but quite out of the way. Driving back after dark, we stopped just up the road to admire the mist rolling across a pasture with a few grazing horses. The owner eventually came over to chat as we’d been on the road for a while. I don’t recall his name, but he gave me some advice about getting to ten-mile point and Sleeping Bay. He said he’d lend me a kayak if I ever came back, and I could get to those places in that way. Unfortunately I never made it back, but it was nice of him to offer. This was a really fun road trip. Spectacular ending.