By 9:30 a.m. on Labor Day in the small town of Knife River, about 15 miles north of Duluth, customers were already lined up behind the glass case at Russ Kendall's Smokehouse, eyeing amber chunks of sugar-cured lake trout and silvery whitefish pulled from nearby waters.
Several customers appeared to be locals, but others, including me, clutched insulated bags ready to fill for travel. I was heading home to Iowa after my first visit to Lake Superior's North Shore — and to three of its best-known smoked fish purveyors.
My appetite for locally smoked native fish stems from my Michigan childhood, when I fished with my father in the northern Lower Peninsula. When the fish were biting (oh, happy day!), we often took our catch to a smokehouse near Lake Michigan and picked them up later, wrapped in paper, ready to devour.
No surprise, then, that my maiden voyage to explore the 110-plus miles between Duluth and Grand Marais included stops to eat delicious salty, smoky fish, often atop a cracker smeared with cream cheese — as is the local custom, I learned.
North Shore 101
When my husband and I weren't eating fish, we did other North Shore tourist basics. We searched (unsuccessfully) for agates on rocky beaches and hiked through birch and pine forest, along gorges and waterfalls, wondering about the water's yellow-brown color, reminiscent of root beer. (The odd color is caused by tannic acid, a natural plant compound used to tan hides and make dry wine.)
In Duluth, we watched ships pass under the awe-inspiring Aerial Lift Bridge — its midsection slowly rising parallel to the water, rather than swinging open in two sections — and strolled along the Lakewalk, past a pretty park, a garden and Fitger's, the imposing brewery building now home to an inn, microbrewery, shops and restaurants.
Twenty-seven miles north, in Two Harbors, we checked out Agate Bay's maritime marvels, walking out into the water along the long concrete breakwall for stunning views of the still-operating 1892 redbrick lighthouse and imposing docks where freighters are loaded with iron ore.
Farther up Hwy. 61 in Grand Marais, we admired the art and crafts at Sivertson Gallery and the North House Folk School. Northeast of town, inside the remarkable Naniboujou Lodge's dining room, we were dazzled by the Cree Indian-inspired decor, with a high ceiling boldly painted in red, orange, yellow, green and blue swaths.