The Superior Hiking Trail, also known as The “SHT,” is a 275-mile (442-Km) long footpath in Northeastern Minnesota that follows the ridgeline overlooking Lake Superior for most of its length. The path is 18-inches wide and is set in the middle of a 4 foot clearing. The footpath travels through forests of birch, aspen, pine, fir, and cedar. Hikers enjoy views of boreal forests, the Sawtooth Mountains, babbling brooks, rushing waterfalls, and abundant wildlife. The lowest point in the path is 602 feet (183 m) above sea level and the highest point is 1,829 feet (558 m) above sea level. The footpath is intended for hiking only. Motorized vehicles, mountain bikes, and horses are not allowed on the trail. Many people use the footpath for long distance hiking. Facilitating this purpose are 81 campsites spread throughout the northern section of the trail.
Read more about Superior Hiking Trail: History, Sections of The Trail, The Superior Hiking Trail Association, Accolades
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