So heading back down The Gunflint on my way to Lake Superior I hopped on any gravel road that looked interesting. I hid my snowmobile map down DEEP in my bag so I wouldn't be tempted.
I got hungry so I stopped at a bar that had woodsmoke coming out of it's chimney. Most of the bar's in out of the way places serve breakfast. I asked the owner/bartender/cook/waiter for three pancakes and a coffee. He said I will bring you two "if you think you can eat three the third one's on me".
Stuffed. He charged me $3.80. Who says you can't eat cheap on the road.
Somebody has a nice view of the big lake.
I chose to visit Ely. My map showed a gravel road going north called The Echo Trail. I flew by this sign at speed and thought it said Kawasaki River. Had to turn around.
In Ely another supper was procured after a visit to the ranger station. The rangers were hot
and told me I could camp anywhere along the Echo. She said "just get off the road a bit". "And don't feed our wolves".
The Echo was a great gravel road and I should have been grouse hunting. Saw dozens of em picking grit along the track.
Crane Lake was the end of the road. Could of almost spit into Canada. I found a bunkhouse across from the only gas station that was open-I was on fumes. The lady charged me $15 with no shower.
The reading material in the bunkhouse was National Geographics from the 70's. Good stuff!