This public sauna attracts tourists in search of nostalgia. And also camp counselors in desperate need of a shower. But as the doors are unlocked, the first ones to arrive are the regulars.
"What the hell's going on?" Ray Marttila says as he arrives on a fall evening, his brow furrowed. "There's nobody here tonight."
"Not quite," says Todd Crego, who works the front desk. "You're No. 2."
"I've been told that once or twice before," says Marttila, 82, grinning as he pulls a ticket out of his wallet.
Since 1915, the Ely Steam Sauna has offered folks a hot room and a cold shower. For $7, a visitor gets a pair of towels — big enough to cover your top or bottom, but not both — a small bar of soap and an old-fashioned experience: a steam among friends. Back in the day, they were miners, gritty with taconite dust. On a recent Saturday, they were guys like Marttila, who relays his favorite sauna aphorisms in Finnish.
"You can always add more steam," he says, translating. "But you can't take it away."
Another: "Throw on more steam, you ain't supposed to freeze in the sauna."
He grins, then adds: "Don't pee on the rocks."