- Published: Friday, 27 March 2015 10:30
- Written by Dan
Dispatch and Photos by Ryan Edwardson
Anticipation. Looming across the harbor, just around the corner from our campsite, rested the Sleeping Giant. Few others enjoyed such a rest.
We awoke from a brutally cold night. Somewhere in the -20s and with tents wind-wrecked from a relentless Lake Superior.
But the sun cracked through the trees and the prelude was upon us. Getting to this point was reward enough.
The locals in Silver Islet took time to chat about their community and the story around the Sleeping Giant, playful foxes ran up to let us hear what they had to say, and the trek to base camp had weaved us between stark birch and crisp spruce trees.
Beautiful as a whole. But now we have to shake off the stark coldness, latch onto the sunbeams, and make our ascent. Just what awaited us was soon to be revealed.