Left in rain, travelled in rain. A bank of fog over Superior and the surrounding hills.
Fed by the wettest fall on season, gullies of water shot from the stone cliffs, pooling in the ditches, overrunning the road in spots, and staining the fringe of Superior a root beer brown. Spurred by runoff, the French River was like a river on steroids.
Spent the night in town at the East Bay Suites. Took a walk through the town and along the harbor as the sunset behind the Sawtooth Mountains.
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