Coincidence or sign? I guess it depends what you believe.

I’m convinced Jack’s surname is evidence of a preordained call to the stone harbor of Grand Marais.

Years ago, Jack, an evangelist for the outdoors, was inspired by a spot near Grand Marais, a spot where a waterfall sings to Superior.

“If you’re a church-going person, you don’t have to go to church for months because that is a spiritual experience,” said Jack.

So where is this sanctuary? I’ll let Jack decide who he tells (but you can watch the video below for a glimpse).

Grand Marais is a village you would expect to see in New England, not Minnesota. A precious agate situated on Superior’s North Shore between the Canadian border and the Sawtooth Mountains. A postcard in every direction.

Its harbor, formed from natural rock outcroppings, didn’t have a name until Jack came to town. You’ll often see easels and artists standing upon the stone. They’ve become a part of the landscape.

Grand Marais is an escape from the chains of, well, chains. There are a number of great little spots to eat and drink and shop. Jack took us to South of the Border Cafe for a down-home breakfast and Dockside Fish Market for a fish-and-chips lakeside lunch.

Dockside, the last commercial fishing operation in town, serves up its fresh catch daily. The whitefish was a delicious compliment to our view.

Other good spots we’ve been: World’s Best Donuts, Angry Trout Cafe, Voyageur Brewing Company.