I had joked to Blake a weekend back that we would come up again the following week. The more I thought about it the more it seemed like a good idea. So, we did. We drove up on Friday again. Today was the annual lighting of the Split Rock Lighthouse. Sadly, Blake had to work late and couldn't join us. They only do this once a year in memory of the lives lost in the Edmund Fitzgerald sinking . I had no idea how busy it was going to be. We ended up parking at the corner of Highway 61 at the road that goes into the park.