"You made it! The camp is just around the corner," read the sign — and the whole family cheered.
One of Tettegouche Camp's four historic log cabins was ours for the weekend, but the only way to reach it was on foot or mountain bike. So we hiked 1.7 miles up and down a steep gravel road into the heart of northern Minnesota's Tettegouche State Park, lugging food and supplies.
My husband and I started out from the park's western Lax Lake entrance with giant packs on our back and our two girls, 4 and nearly 2, in a double jogging stroller.
By the time we reached that encouraging sign, the packs were riding in the stroller as my husband pushed it up punishing, rolling hills and chased after it on the way down. I was carrying the fussy little one in a baby carrier, and the 4-year-old was the only one who still had any pep left in her step.
The wild thimbleberries we found growing along the side of the road helped considerably, as did the promise of a swim in Mic Mac Lake.
Arriving on foot to Tettegouche Camp feels like walking back in time to crash an old boys' club. It was built more than 100 years ago as a private summer retreat for the members of the "Tettegouche Club," a group of Duluth businessmen who were conservationists and avid fishermen.
The men bought a vast 1,000-acre tract of cutover land in 1910 — after it was cleared of Norway and white pines by the Alger Smith Logging Co. — and built a rustic log lodge a year later on Mic Mac Lake's shore.
They hung a sign inside the pine and cedar lodge that read, according to the camp's National Register of Historic Places file: "It is the endeavor of this Club to propagate game birds to spread over the whole community. For this reason, hunting is not allowed on the premises by employees, members or officers of the Club, or anyone else."