The last time I visited Split Rock was back in July of 2005. It was a cool and foggy morning, and the park had just opened, though the lighthouse and visitor center weren’t open yet. As the fog began to clear, we saw a rainstorm over the lake, heading towards us.
Having grown up in Minnesota, I’m used to stunning views and the beauty of nature, but even this sight caught me. The soft, and ominously dark clouds were painted gently with tones of green and purple. As they rolled in so improbably from the southeast (most of Minnesota’s weather comes from the west), the eastern edges of the storm’s underbelly were tinged red with the fire of the rising sun.
Though we made a quick getaway to avoid the coming downpour, this will remain one of the most memorable of my several visits to Split Rock Lighthouse.
over 5 years ago