
Another great day of skiing at Jay Cooke State Park. This is a photo of the overlook I skied to today.
Finally it was race time.
I hadn't planed on really going fast, but as the start approached my competitiveness got the best of me. I quickly started to pass other skiers staying on the skating track for the first kilometer. Finally I headed over to the set tracks where it was certainly interesting passing other skiers.
It was difficult to finish fast because the hill slowed many skiers down with a few even falling. I finished in 1:12, not bad considering it was my first race and I skied on my waxless, touring skis. Noelle finished about a half hour later.





We had skied the first two loops of the trail when we made our way back to the frozen water parking lot. At this point we were in the mood for more adventure. I had heard that a small island just off the mainland had the remains of a gold mine and some mining equipment and so we headed to a nearby boat ramp where we planned to ski to this place called Little American Island.
We ditched the skis and spent a few minutes poking around before skiing back to the mainland. 
In all it was 10.6 kilometers. Pretty tough work in the powdery snow and I overdressed. I got a bit hot and sweaty much like I had spent the day in a sauna. I felt like I had accomplished something though, when the day was over.
Icy conditions did not improve and the walking was slow going. For once in my life I wish we had some of those Yak Trax things I've seen advertised in the Campmor Catalog. Eventually we made it to a section of trail with a short side trail that led onto the Splitrock River itself. Because we had seen some people skiing on the river, we decided to give river hiking a try.
This decision made the traveling much easier and faster. before we knew it we were at the river's supposed namesake, a rock formation known as the "split rock".
At this point we elected to return to the trail. Luckily hiking this section of trail was much easier than going than the previous section we had hiked. There was much less ice on the trail. We moved pretty quickly to an overlook of Lake Superior and then dropped down to the highway and the start of our hiking adventure.
We made the most of the situation though and walked to Copper Falls and Brownstone Falls
along the Bad River. I'm not really sure why it's called the Bad River though, the views all seemed pretty good to me.
A great end to a great day!