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Ike Jutkowitz
(Ike) - M

Locale: Central Michigan
Pictured Rocks in Winter on 02/19/2012 20:05:11 MST Print View

This trip had been on my mind ever since I passed through all too quickly last May. Pictured Rocks had it all; gigantic sand dunes, sandstone cliffs, abundant wildlife, clear blue waters, and many hidden treasures. Problem was, everyone else knew it too. During peak season, Pictured Rocks sees thousands of visitors, and camping is limited to designated campgrounds within the park. In winter though, everything changes. Lake effect snow closes off the access roads and the park takes on a remote feeling. Subzero temperatures and 3-5 feet of snow base are the norm. Visits dwindle and camping regulations are relaxed.

I had originally planned to traverse the park from end to end in late January and arranged a shuttle to drive me from Munising to Grand Marais to start my trip. Unfortunately, the morning of the trip, one of our dogs developed a back injury and I regretfully cancelled the trip, unsure if the opportunity would present itself again this year.

Last week, it finally did. Our dog had recovered, work schedule had opened up, and my wife was encouraging of the effort. I had lost my shuttle ride, but resolved to at least do an out and back, covering as much ground as I could in the allotted 5 days.

On a side note, I’m not a huge fan of the out-and-back. For me, the point A to point B trek is ideal. Every step covers new ground and it is usually difficult to shortcut the route even if you are running low on time, so night hiking and high mileage days may be required. Dave Chenault said it best. “The glory of a traverse is that retreat is sufficiently inconvenient that you’re unlikely to indulge without very good reason.” The loop hike is logistically easier, not requiring a shuttle, and again the scenery is always fresh. I consider it a step below the point-to-point though, because corners can be cut if needed. Then there is the out-and-back. No real surprises for the second half. Also, this type of trek encourages laziness, particularly on the turn-around day, because the further out you walk, the further you have to walk back. When I do this kind of hike, I make sure that I have a destination in mind right at the outset to avoid any waffling later. For this trip, I decided that I would at least get within eyesight of the Grand Sable Dunes.

My backpack had been packed and ready for 3 weeks. My food was organized and waiting in the freezer. Finally the day came. I woke at 2 am, taking advantage of pre-trip excitement and the natural break in my circadian rhythm (I often wake briefly between 2-3 am) to start out feeling fresh. I started the drive to the Upper Peninsula, pausing briefly at 5 am for a greasy spoon breakfast of steak and eggs. I made it to Munising by 9 am as the park service office opened to pick up a backcountry permit. The park service agent seemed discomfited that I was setting out alone, and questioned me in detail about my itinerary before issuing my permit.

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I began my hike at Munising Falls. The sun was shining brightly and the sky was a clear blue. The falls had frozen over, but water could be seen running right though the center of the frozen column.

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The first section was a snowy woods walk. Snowpack was significantly lower than I had expected, maybe a foot total, but I was glad for my snowshoes. Soon I reached Miner’s Castle.

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View from the top

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From the Castle, I could see a large ice shelf stretching across Miner’s Beach. I headed down the trail, soon crossing the frozen Miner’s River.

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Miner's River

Once on the beach, I stopped for a while to watch Lake Superior batter the ice shelf into beautiful ice sculptures.

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Pancake ice on Lake Superior

High winds had scoured the cliffs of snow and deposited sand on the trails atop the snow base, giving the snow a brownish hue.

The only footsteps preceding mine were those of a lone coyote. It would turn out that coyote had marked the entire trail before me. The combination of heavy snow and wet sand clung to my snowshoes like cement, slowing forward progress.

The sandstone cliffs were hung with icicles

Soon I was descending from the bluffs to Mosquito beach. Here a giant shelf of ice had been deposited by the high winds.

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Ice forming on the Mosquito River

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Passing Lover’s Leap, I suddenly found myself in a petrified ice forest. Spray from Lake Superior had coated the trees and frozen solid, making the trail completely impassible. Branches glittered frostily, and every few seconds I’d heard a crack followed by the booming thud of ice dislodging from the upper branches of trees and exploding on impact with the surface crust. I circumnavigated the area, looking up frequently to avoid the inevitable concussion.

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Lovers Leap
Looking back toward Lover’s Leap. The petrified forest is just to the left of the portal. Pancake ice bobs in the waves.

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Indian Head

It was now around 4 pm and a veil of clouds started to roll out across the blue sky.

I continued to hike until passing Grand Portal Point. There I left the trail to find a small patch of clear snow to pitch my tarp.

Tonight’s dinner was baked ziti with a turkey sausage based tomato sauce. As it rehydrated, I cut a giant chunk of butter and threw it in for good measure. Usually I bring along a bottle of olive oil for extra calories but in Michigan’s cold winter temperatures I’d been having problems with it solidifying in my squeeze bottles. This time I brought two sticks of butter, planning on a quarter of a stick in each meal. It was decadently good. Getting the frozen butter of my knife proved a challenge though. I tried scraping it in the snow but the butter was too tenacious. I ultimately settled on carefully licking it off. Mom would definitely not approve!

As I ate, I continued to feed small twigs into the bushbuddy for some ambience. After dinner, I heated a little extra water over the fire and added a good splash of whiskey to it. For this trip, I had brought a cheap Canadian whisky called “Rich and Rare”. Ironically it was neither, but I had come to like it in Alaska where I couldn’t afford any of the better stuff. Cheap whisky and sleep deprivation worked their magic and soon I was out cold.

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I woke to the pale glow of dawn through tarp walls. I heated water using an esbit tab (to speed my morning departure) and sipped coffee while I broke camp. Breakfast rehydrated in my cozy as I walked. Next stop would be Chapel Beach.

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Grand Portal

“Singing in the Rain”, a 90 foot yellow ice formation on the cliff face

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Looking back toward Grand Portal Point

A sheltered cove southwest of Chapel Beach

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Don't lick the yellow ice

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Frozen cliffs

I stopped to eat breakfast on Chapel Beach. It had taken me close to an hour to get here, so my potatoes had gotten a little cold. “Food is fuel”, I thought and ate it anyway.

I hung my sleeping bag on some conveniently placed signage to air out as I ate

Chapel Rock

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Chapel Creek flowing through the ice. I retrieved some water using a wide-mouth bottle tied to a 15’ cord

Ice shelf as seen from the cliffs east of Chapel Beach

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Looking back at Spray Falls

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Looking towards 12 mile Beach, a new route presents itself

As the cliffs grew progressively shorter, I climbed down onto the ice shelf to continue my trek eastward.

First a quick warning. The ice shelf should be considered dangerous and unstable. Snow bridges may hide gaps in the ice. Stepping on one of these could plunge the unwary into Lake Superior. The water can also undercut seemingly solid chunks of ice and you would not want to be on one when it broke off and fell into the lake. The ice shelf is 20 feet high in spots, and attempts to climb out of the lake would be unlikely to succeed. Please do not take this trip report as an endorsement to hike the ice shelf. Although the pictures may suggest otherwise, I confined my exploration to the beachward side of the shelf, far from the edge.

Hiking the shelf under an eerie sky

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An ice volcano, formed as a result of waves from Lake Superior erupting through the ice

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Checking out another ice volcano

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Taking shelter in an ice cave beneath the cliffs

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Inside the cave

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Blue ice lined the cliffs

Stopping for lunch on the shelf, spicy salami and farmhouse cheddar

Nearing 12 mile beach, the ice shelf was a moraine-field of bowling ball ice, making for slow going.

On 12 mile beach, looking toward a rainbow-hued patch of clearing sky

beaver creek
Temporarily halted by Beaver Creek. Rather than crossing the frigid stream, I cut inland to find a rustic log bridge. Here, I filled both water bottles to avoid having to melt snow later.

It was at this time that God spoke to me from the heavens.

At least it sounded like God. Thunderous voice and the whole light beams from the clouds thing. On second thought, I’d been hiking for a while and was probably just delusional. I mean, why would God command me, “Thou shalt make it to the Dogpatch by 11 am on Friday before they stop serving breakfast.” Nonetheless, it sounded like good advice and I planned to follow it, you know, just in case.

Walking onward, I saw some ravens fighting over something on the ice.

As I neared, a coyote sprinted from the ice and into the woods. A second, larger coyote followed soon after. I went over to where they had been, curious to see what had brought them out onto the shelf.

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A blood trail lead out onto the ice

There I found the excavated carcass of a deer they had been feeding on. I looked warily at the gnawed femur bone, marveling at the power of the jaws that had done that.

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I soon crossed the frozen 7 mile creek, assuming this meant there were 5 miles remaining before I finished traversing 12 mile beach. A mile or so later, I was ready to stop for the night. I had developed blisters at the base of my first and second toes on each foot where my minimalist shoes did little to protect my feet from the pressure of the snowshoe crampon, While I had successfully ignored this all day, each step was starting to feel a bit like crucifixion.

I set up camp in a small stand of birch atop a bluff.

While my dinner (bowtie pasta with chicken) rehydrated, I sat in front of my fire sipping a hot whisky drink and watching the darkness fall. I complimented myself on figuring out that if I swirled my knife in my hot beverage, the butter licked right off. It's the little things in life...
I was in my bag by 7 pm.

I woke in the darkness, well rested, and heated some water for coffee. I drank my coffee and ate breakfast while still tucked warmly in my bag. I used the upper part of my stove as a coaster to keep my coffee from resting on the snow and getting cold too quickly.

Exploring the alien landscape

Beach stones

Standing in the remains of what was once an ice volcano pushed up onto the beach

An unexpected find

Driftwood sculpture

I could see an outcropping of land in the distance and headed towards it, hoping it was Au Sable Point, the furthermost point on my trek. It wasn’t.

Another couple miles found me on a pleasant path through the woods as the snow fell, headed towards the lighthouse.

Au Sable Lighthouse. From the point, I could see the Grand Sable Dunes in the mist.

Back on the shelf, heading westward

Looking out towards the edge

I made my way back down 12 mile beach in good time, arriving at the Coves section of the trail by 4:30 pm. Leaving the shelf, I climbed back up toward the trail where I found my evening accommodations awaiting.

This massive rock was pockmarked with small caves, and I found the perfect one about 25 feet up its face.

It had its own snow covered terrace, a flat sleeping area, and a narrow ramp that would be perfect for keeping the wolves at bay should they come in the night.

What could be cozier than my own cave, a warm fire, and a flask of whisky.

Dinner that night was a little unusual. The main ingredient had been provided by a wildlife veterinarian I worked with who knew me as an adventurous eater. As it turns out, beaver is not bad if you can get past the many short hairs that are inevitably associated with this elusive creature.

As I ate, I felt imbued with a sense of contentment. I knew that if I pushed hard I could make to to my car by the following evening, but I had no desire to do so. I had the green light to be out here till Friday, and wanted this trip to last as long as possible. I resolved to slow down the next day to make sure the trip lasted at least one more night.

Climbing into the enclosed space of my bag that night, I noted that I was starting to develop what I called “VBL funk”, that odor of fermented sauerkraut and smelly feet that suggests you’ve been marinating in your own bodily vapors for one night too many. It was a little gross, but also kind of rewarding, a perverse badge of honor reminding me of what I had accomplished over the last few days.

View from the cave at night. I fell into an uneasy sleep, trying not to think about the many tons of rock poised overhead. When sleep finally came, I dreamed of bats.

Setting out in the morning



My initial concerns about covering the same ground I had already traveled turned out to be unfounded. Changing cloud and ice patterns and two days of falling snow had completely changed the terrain. As it turned out, I got better pictures on the way back than I had initially.

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Cliffs, shelf ice, and pancake ice

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Pancake ice on Lake Superior

A precariously perched tree


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On the brink, looking toward Spray Falls

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Spray Falls

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Chapel Rock in the falling snow


A big slice of pie

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Grand Portal, pancake ice in the foreground

Atop Grand Portal Point

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Lunch on top of the world, venison sausage and aged gouda


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Indian Head

Cliffs covered with snow

I hadn't seen anyone in 4 days, but as I made my way through the heavy oatmeal and sand snow in this section, I ran into a real character. He had a red flannel shirt, tall white Mukluks, a heavy sled packed with gear, a twinkle in his eye, and a beard like Santa Clause (that is if Santa dyed his beard fluorescent yellow). He called himself "Dogger" and told me he was heading out on the AT in the spring. We talked about trail conditions for a while and then wished each other well.

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Back on Miner’s Beach as the clouds parted

As dusk fell, I decided to bivy in the woods overlooking the cliffs. This mostly stemmed from a desire to look up at the night stars, but also at the back of my mind was a hasty morning departure, if I wanted to make breakfast in town the following day. I dug down a foot or so and piled the snow around my site to act as a windbreak. I reserved my favorite supper for last, quinoa elbows with sausage in a spicy tomato sauce.

It took me a while to fall asleep that night. First I needed to make a mental readjustment to sleeping out in the open. It’s amazing how the lack of millimeter thick walls can lead to loss of security, as if that sheer fabric could protect from roving wildlife, the elements, or falling trees. I watched the branches sway overhead. I had selected this site based on the lack of large overhanging branches, but as the winds gusted, I wondered if I had accounted adequately for falling trees. The probability of being crushed seemed low, and yet… Then I began to wonder whether the coyotes that had fled so readily by day would be more likely to predate a human found prone at night. I guessed it was probably more likely than during daytime, but couldn’t recall a coyote attack ever documented in Michigan. Maybe it was because normal people didn’t sleep out in the snow in areas so overrun with coyote. Catching a sudden whiff of myself, I decided that any animal that smelled me and still wanted to eat me afterward probably deserved to have me. Reassured, I finally drifted off to sleep. I woke in the night to the feel of cold snow falling on my face. Zipping up the net hood of my bivy handily took care of this problem.

I woke up the next morning as the sun rose, knife still perched beside me just in case. Packing quickly, I made tracks towards my car.

I arrived at the Dogpatch just before 11. “Sit anywhere you like”, a chatty waitress said. For obvious reasons, I picked a table way in the corner, very self-conscious about my odor. Leafing through the menu, I found a special called the Country Boy- a heaping plate of biscuits and gravy, served with a second plate of hashbrowns and sausage. It sounded almost perfect.

I had mine with 3 eggs on top.

Post trip thoughts: Speechless. This was an awesome trip. I found everything I was looking for. Total distance for the trip was 69 miles over 4 days, better than expected for short days and winter conditions.

I hope I've inspired you to consider a trip to Pictured Rocks. This is unquestionably one of the crown jewels of Michigan. And if you do it in winter, you just might see some things that few before have ever seen.

As always, a gear list is attached if interested.

Edited by Ike on 02/20/2012 14:02:28 MST.

todd h
(funnymoney) - MLife

Locale: SE
Re: Pictured Rocks in Winter on 02/19/2012 20:30:34 MST Print View

Ike this may be my favorite of all your trip reports. I almost don't know what to say.

Thank you for taking all the effort it took to take, share, and describe so many shots.

All I can say is .... Wow - and thank you.

a b
Awesome Trip! on 02/19/2012 20:37:49 MST Print View

This is why I love BPL!
What an awesome trip report with photos.
Thankyou for sharing!

Craig W.
(xnomanx) - F - M
Re: Pictured Rocks in Winter on 02/19/2012 21:22:54 MST Print View

Man, you've got some wild looking country out there. Cool report and pics, thanks.

Nick Brown

Locale: Highland Park
Winter on 02/19/2012 21:36:58 MST Print View

Inspiring, thanks a bunch!

Travis Leanna
(T.L.) - MLife

Locale: Wisconsin
Re: Re: Pictured Rocks in Winter on 02/19/2012 22:42:01 MST Print View

Ike, very cool stuff! Pictured Rocks was the first multi-day trip my wife and I took, and it's really cool to see the exact same views we did, but in winter! Beautiful photos and thanks for bringing back some memories.

We went in August and there were a lot of people, but I still think Pictured Rocks is a must-see for anybody regardless of season.

Mary R
(pietimer) - MLife
Re: Pictured Rocks in Winter on 02/19/2012 23:16:36 MST Print View

Awesome trip report! Thanks for sharing.

Philip Delvoie
(PhilipD) - MLife

Locale: Ontario, Canada
Pictured Rocks in Winter on 02/20/2012 08:11:56 MST Print View

Great report Ike. Looks like an amazing trip. Solid gear list.

K ....
(Kat_P) - MLife

Locale: Pacific Coast
Pictured Rocks on 02/20/2012 08:25:57 MST Print View

Absolutely beautiful, thanks!

rOg w
(rOg_w) - F

Locale: rogwilmers.wordpress
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Edited by rOg_w on 05/28/2012 17:34:08 MDT.

Brendan S
(brendans) - MLife

Locale: Fruita CO
Re: Pictured Rocks on 02/20/2012 09:59:28 MST Print View

Fantastic report, thanks.

Paul Wozniak

Locale: Midwest
PR in winter on 02/20/2012 10:13:42 MST Print View


Just did PR in mid-September and it is indeed beatiful. Your pics are at times can almost hear and feel the solitude.

You made great time and I admire your grit. The kind of trip that can make even Rich and Rare appreciated.

Thanks a million for taking the time and effort to post. It sure made my day.


Matt F
(matt_f) - MLife
Fantastic report on 02/20/2012 10:15:52 MST Print View

Ike - thanks for taking the time to do this: i haven't been able to get out at all this winter, and you just gave me a nice little winter camping fix. I live in minnesota and usually head to the north shore of lake superior, and started to get into winter camping a bit more last year. I think my wife and i are headed to pictured rocks in may, but you've got me thinking about making a winter trip work!

thanks again,


Tim Zen
(asdzxc57) - F

Locale: MI
Re: Pictured Rocks in Winter on 02/20/2012 10:17:54 MST Print View


Beautiful! Thanks for posting.

David Chenault
(DaveC) - BPL Staff - F

Locale: Crown of the Continent
re: Pictured Rocks in winter on 02/20/2012 13:40:35 MST Print View

Another Ike classic.

The Dogpatch is just awesome. Love that place.

Nick Gatel
(ngatel) - MLife

Locale: Southern California
Re: Pictured Rocks in Winter on 02/20/2012 14:10:44 MST Print View

Another great trip for you! I enjoyed the variation of scenery.

I know what you mean about "out and back." I often say that I don't like to cover the same real estate twice.

Somewhere I read that you cannot go back to the same place; that is a second after you pass, it changes. Something changes. So when I back track, I try to find something that has changed, be it from wind, precipitation, footsteps, animals or something else. Also try to look at it from the perspective of traveling in the opposite direction -- a new view. Sometimes, this mentally turns it into a completely new trip segment.

Anyway, keep sharing your adventures.

Eugene Smith
(Eugeneius) - MLife

Locale: Nuevo Mexico
"Pictured Rocks in Winter" on 02/20/2012 16:28:47 MST Print View

Brotha Ike, once again keeping it real! Thanks for this awesome documentation of personal journey and enrichment. It is always a pleasure getting insight into someone elses experience in those wild places that bring them joy- I get a great sense of joy from your words. There is a lot of character in the ice formations you photographed, both beautiful and menacing.

Ike Jutkowitz
(Ike) - M

Locale: Central Michigan
re: Pictured Rock on 02/22/2012 08:53:39 MST Print View

Thanks for bearing with me through another (very) lengthy writeup. This trip was one of my all-time favorites, though I seem to say that after almost every one.

It's also very gratifying for me to be able to connect with you guys afterward and read your comments. I've received so much inspiration from the trip reports you all have posted that it's nice to feel like I've been able to give something back.

Andy Duncan
(bluewater) - M

Locale: SoCal
"Pictured Rocks in Winter" on 02/22/2012 09:51:42 MST Print View

Wow, amazing photography and a great report. I especially like the one of Chapel Rock with the pancake ice and crystal clear green water. This was like reading a really good National Geographic article about a place I could never have imagined. Thanks!

Nico .
(NickB) - MLife

Locale: Los Padres National Forest
Pictured Rocks in Winter on 02/22/2012 10:14:01 MST Print View

I'm really liking all of those great shots of the pancake ice and the ice covered tree branches. Super interesting scenery; unlike anything I get around here.

Your meals all sounded really delicious too. Just curious, are making up these meals at home using standard ingredients (i.e., typical pasta, fresh sausage, etc.), cooking them, then dehydrating them and then rehydrating them out in camp? I usually do couscous-based meals since it rehydrates quickly in camp with little pre-trip prep, but I've been tempted to buy a food dehydrater and start experimenting. Your meals are great inspiration. How long does something like the pasta with sausage take to rehydrate out in camp?

I don't get many opportunities for winter camping where I live but we do get the occasional winter snow storm that blankets our backcountry and I try to get out there when it happens. I found looking over your gear list really helpful as it seemed, from the photos in the TR, that your kit worked pretty well for you on this trip. Anything you would change or tweak for next time?

Thanks for taking the time to put this together and share it with the rest of us.