A few weeks ago I spoke with someone at Bayfield City Hall, and she told me that while we couldn’t reserve spots in Dalrymple Park, the municipal campground, it would probably be pretty clear on a Sunday night. There were other campgrounds around that took reservations, and motels, too, but this was the campground recommended by our kayak tour operator, and it sounded both convenient and really beautiful – right on the water.
Our plan was to roll into Bayfield in the mid-afternoon. No, scratch that, early evening. Well, before sunset at least. By the time we left Duluth, I was getting paranoid. First, the campground would be full. Or it might not be full, but the office would be closed. Second, it was going to be totally dark and we wouldn’t be able to set up our tent. Third, we’d have to sleep in the car.
Campground: dramatically empty, as predicted. Office: can’t close an office if you don’t have one; campsites are rented by dropping some money in an envelope and putting a reserved sign on the site you want. Sunset: not until like 9:30 because we’re so far north. No sleeping in the car for us.
We’ve got one more night here, having wisely scheduled our trip to not to pull up stakes before our 8 AM kayaking tour and then be forced to drive several hours east after it ended at 4 PM. We’re zonked from many hours on Lake Superior, darting in and out of the sea caves until choppy water forced us to paddle the rest of the day in a more protected wetlands area.
Hopefully not too zonked to pull together a campfire dinner. Though we have minimal cooking supplies with us, we’re going to give it a shot.