Black Mesa: Only 300 Feet Short of Katahdin… and About 300% Easier
At 4,973 feet, Black Mesa is the highest point in Oklahoma, ranked #23 among all U.S. state high points and my own #37. Tucked into the far western tip of the Oklahoma panhandle, it sits closer to New Mexico and Colorado than to most of its own state — the kind of place you don’t casually pass through unless you really meant to be there. Luckily, a cross-country drive from San Diego to Nashville created the perfect excuse to finally check it off.
At 13,161 feet, Wheeler Peak is the highest point in New Mexico, ranked #8 among all U.S. state high points and my own #36. I’ve climbed higher mountains before, Kilimanjaro twice and a few peaks in the Alps—but Wheeler is still my highest U.S. high point so far. Even with those bigger summits behind me, I felt this one. On paper, it’s an 8.7-mile round-trip with 2,972 feet of gain, but altitude has a way of making even simple numbers feel different. With an average of 683 feet gained per mile, Wheeler demands a slow, steady kind of grit.
What surprised me most wasn’t the altitude or the trail; it was how mentally challenging this climb became for me.
Mount Marcy, the highest point in New York at 5,344 feet (ranked 21st among U.S. state high points), became my 35th state high point — and one I’ll never forget.
Most of my summit stories begin with sweeping views and triumphant moments. This one began with rain sweeping sideways, fog swallowing the treetops, slick boulders running with water, and wind strong enough to push you off balance. And yet, in its own rugged way, it became one of the most meaningful Adirondack climbs I’ve done on this journey.
Marcy gave us no views. But it gave us a story that will stay with me forever. And a group of friends who found their way through all of it together.
In terms of sheer intensity, this climb rivaled — and in some ways exceeded — my experience on Mount Katahdin.
Different mountains, different terrain, but the same reminder: when conditions turn, the margin for error disappears fast.
At 5,429 feet above sea level, Panorama Point is Nebraska’s highest natural point, tucked into the far southwestern corner of the state where Nebraska, Wyoming, and Colorado quietly meet. Ranked #20 among U.S. state high points, this marked summit #34 in my ongoing high-pointing journey. And despite the name, Panorama Point isn’t about sweeping views—it’s about subtlety, solitude, and the story of getting there.
In far western Kansas, near the Colorado border, lies Mount Sunflower, a towering summit by Kansas standards at 4,039 feet above sea level. As the highest point in the Sunflower State, it ranks #28 among U.S. state high points by elevationand marks my 33rd summit on this ongoing high-pointing journey. While it may not boast rugged peaks or dramatic cliffs, Mount Sunflower is a subtle reminder that Kansas has more topography than it often gets credit for.
Instead of jagged ridgelines, this summit owes its height to the gradual rise of the High Plains as they slope toward the Rocky Mountains. It’s understated, yes—but that’s part of the charm.
Nestled in the northeastern corner of Minnesota, Eagle Mountain may not seem as awe-inspiring as some of the country’s gigantic peaks, but it is truly Minnesota’s crown jewel. Standing at 2,301 feet, Eagle Mountain holds the 37th position among State High Points, and visiting it marked my 32nd state high point. It calls to outdoor enthusiasts and nature lovers alike, promising a hike filled with adventure and stunning scenery.
Bear Spray or Bare Confidence?
Before we get to the summit, let me set the stage for my Eagle Mountain adventure. Picture this: a remote hike in the heart of the Boundary Waters Canoe Area Wilderness (BWCA)—a million acres of rugged, boreal forest where nature reigns supreme. Naturally, the first thing on my mind was protection. I stopped at the Bay Trip Licensing & Outfitters Store in Silver Bay to inquire about bear spray. After a quick chat, I decided to forgo it, trusting my wilderness skills and the low likelihood of a bear encounter. Armed with my NOLS Wilderness First Aid certification, Backcountry Navigation skills, and a healthy respect for the wild, I felt ready to tackle Minnesota’s highest natural point and this rugged country. But the true twist of irony came at the end of this hike, courtesy of Carlton. Stay tuned for the rest of the story.
Photo: The Expansive Boundary Waters Canoe Area (BWCA)
Permit, Please!
Before hitting the trail, I swung by the Tofte Ranger District Station to grab a day-use permit—super easy, no fee, and no quota. The ranger hooked me up with a map, which I highly recommend you do as well, because even though the trail isn’t exactly Everest, it’s good to know where you’re going. Note: You can fill out a permit at the trailhead, but be sure to note that you’re at Entry Point #79.
After a quick drive along MN 61 and a turn onto Caribou Trail, I was on a dirt road that led me to the Eagle Mountain trailhead. There was only one other car there, a young family with a toddler gearing up for the hike. Watching them, I couldn’t help but wonder how they’d manage the bugs—especially since the mosquitoes were out in full force. I actually kept a can of bug spray in my side pocket, reapplying it as I made my way to the summit—a move I highly recommend if you want to avoid becoming a mosquito buffet.
Photos: The Road to Adventure | Trailhead Parking Lot
Photos: Trail Info and Permit Box | TrailheadStart
Hitting the Trail: Balancing Acts and Bear Scat
The hike itself kicks off with a mostly flat, 2.5-mile stretch through a beautiful, forested area. The path has a few ups and downs, but nothing major. The trail, while not perfectly marked, is easy to follow, with just enough boardwalks to make you feel like Simone Biles on a balance beam. The first major landmark is Whale Lake— a picturesque spot where I hoped to catch a glimpse of a moose. No luck there, but the view was a decent consolation prize.
Photos: Channeling My Inner Simone Biles – Tackling the Trail’s Balance Beams
Photos: Entering the Boundary Waters Canoe Area | A Perfect Spot to see a Moose, or Not
Photo: Whale Lake
As you move past Whale Lake, the trail splits—left to Eagle Mountain Summit and straight ahead to Brule Lake Trail. The ascent begins here, and it’s where the hike gets a bit more interesting. Fresh bear dung on the trail had me second-guessing my earlier decision to forgo bear spray, but I pressed on, keeping an eye out for any movement in the woods. At around 3.1 miles in, you’re greeted by your first real view, which is nothing short of spectacular.
Photos: The Trail Junction | Kicking Off the Climb
Photos: Scat and Tracks
Photo: The First View at Mile 3.1
The Summit and Views Worth the Sweat (and Maybe a Few Mosquito Bites)
From the first overlook, it’s a short jaunt to the Eagle Mountain Overlook—stunning, but not the summit itself (the actual summit doesn’t offer views). I knew the real deal was a bit higher up. Honestly, I was so excited to catch the view that I wasn’t paying much attention to the trail, which isn’t exactly the best marked. Once you hit the clearing, take a right toward the big boulder with a cairn on top—that’s your signal. Follow the path into the woods, and you’ll soon find the true high point, proudly marked by a plaque with a mini-history lesson on Minnesota geology. And just behind it, you’ll spot the official geomarker, certifying your summit success!! I took the obligatory summit selfie, savoring the moment before the inevitable onslaught of mosquitoes had me on the move again.
Photo: Eagle Mountain Overlook
Photos: Summit Ahead – Cairn Under the Big Pine Tree | Boulder & Cairn Marker
Photos: Trail into the Woods | Heading Up to the Summit | Alas the Summit through the Trees
Photos: Summit Plaque – A Geology History Lesson | Geomarker – Minnesota’s High Point!
Photo: Summit Selfie!
Craig the Duluth Dude: Local Expert
I headed back to the Eagle Mountain Overlook, hoping the breeze would fend off the mosquitoes while I munched on a quick snack. That’s when I bumped into Craig, a fellow hiker who’d set out just after I did. Craig, hailing from Duluth, was a wealth of local knowledge and tipped me off about checking out Grand Marais. As we swapped stories and identified the lakes in the distance—Shrike Lake in the foreground and Zoo Lake just behind it—the family with the toddler arrived, followed by a steady stream of other hikers reaching the summit. After wrapping up our chat, I geared up for the descent and set off, with a bit of local wisdom and a good conversation fueling the way back.
Photo: Parting Shot: Shrike Lake in the foreground and Zoo Lake just behind it
Carlton Banks and the Country Club Crew
The descent was quicker, thanks to my irresistible urge to trail run (as much as I could in my hiking boots, lol) and the fact that running kept the mosquitoes at bay. Along the way, I passed a few more hikers.
As I was wrapping up my hike at the trailhead, I spotted a family who looked like they’d wandered out of a country club rather than a wilderness trail. Picture this: a dad who could’ve been Carlton from The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air, showing up with no backpacks, no poles, and just a couple of water bottles. Fortunately, a couple of seasoned hikers in a camper van came to the rescue with a can of bug spray. After giving them a quick rundown on the day-use permit and making sure they were set, I headed off to Grand Marais, half-chuckling at the impending misadventures awaiting them and half-wondering how anyone could be so unprepared.
Grand Marais: The Perfect Post-Hike Chill Spot
Craig’s recommendation didn’t disappoint. Grand Marais is the kind of lakeside village that makes you want to kick back and stay awhile. I parked near World’s Best Donuts (didn’t try them, so the jury’s still out), and explored the town. First stop: Artist Point, where Lake Superior stretches out like an endless canvas. A quick stroll took me to the Grand Marais Lighthouse, a charming relic that’s seen its fair share of storms. I wrapped up my visit with a trip to Voyageur Brewing Company, enjoying a locally crafted beer on their rooftop bar while chatting with the bartender who moved there for a summer and ended up staying—eight years ago! Whether you’re into art, history, or just good beer, Grand Marais is a solid spot to unwind after tackling Eagle Mountain.
Photos: Heading out to Artist Point | Looking out on Lake Superior
Photos: Stunning views from Artist Point, including a glance back at Grand Marais
Photos: The Harbor | Giving my ‘dogs’ a well-deserved cool-down
Photos: Grand Marais Lighthouse
Photos: Voyageur Brewing – the Perfect End to a Great Day!
Run, Don’t Walk (But Maybe Walk First)
Eagle Mountain may not have the height of the Rockies, but it’s got heart—and a hike that’s worth every step. Between the forested trails, panoramic views, and quirky encounters (shoutout to Craig and the Carlton Banks family), this adventure is one for the books. So lace up those hiking boots, grab your camera, and maybe, just maybe, pack some bear spray. Next up: Tettegouche State Park – Part 2.
Catch you on the Road!
Pro Tips for Hiking Eagle Mountain
Grab a Permit and Map: Before hitting the trail, swing by the Tofte Ranger District Station to get your free day-use permit and a map. It’s a breeze, and while the trail isn’t Everest, it helps to know where you’re going. You can also fill out a permit at the trailhead, but make sure to note you’re at Entry Point #79.
Bear Spray or Not?: While bear encounters are unlikely, it’s always good to be prepared. If you’re more comfortable carrying bear spray, it’s a reasonable precaution. Otherwise, trust your wilderness skills and be aware of your surroundings.
Be Prepared for Mosquitoes: Mosquitoes can be fierce in the summer. Pack a can of bug spray and keep it handy. I found it useful to apply it as I hiked—this way, you can avoid turning into a mosquito buffet.
The True Summit: The trail can be a bit tricky with its markings near the summit. From the first overlook, hike through the woods, when you come to a clearing, make a right and head towards the large boulder with a cairn on top. Follow the path into the woods to find the true summit, marked by a plaque and the official geomarker. It’s worth a bit of extra effort!
Post-Hike Chill in Grand Marais: After your adventure, head to Grand Marais for a relaxing end to your day. The lakeside town offers great spots like Artist Point and Voyageur Brewing Company, perfect for unwinding and savoring the day’s achievements.
After wrapping up my adventure at Timms Hill, Wisconsin’s highest point, I set my sights on summit #31—Mount Arvon, Michigan. Slightly taller than Timms Hill at 1,979 feet, Mount Arvon ranks #38 in state high points, just edging out Timms Hill by a few feet. But don’t let the modest altitude fool you; this peak offers a wild mix of adventure and serenity that makes every mile worth it.
Night Climb? Maybe Not…
The drive to L’Anse, Michigan, had me contemplating a late-night summit. I’d read that the northern latitude keeps it light well into the evening, with some ambitious highpointers reaching the summit as late as 10 PM. But after hours on the road and the thought of navigating bumpy dirt roads in the pitch dark, I decided to save the climb for the morning. And let me tell you, it was the right call.
Motel 41: A Cozy Pit Stop
My late arrival in L’Anse led me to Motel 41, an Airbnb gem that turned out to be the perfect place to crash. It’s one of those simple, modern makeovers with clean lines, new furniture, and laminate floors—ideal for a quick, no-fuss stay. The best part? No front desk, just a keypad on the door with a code, so I could check in whenever I rolled into town. After organizing my gear in the parking lot (city clothes from Chicago out, hiking clothes in), I hit the sack, eager for the next day’s adventure.
Photos: Motel 41 in L’Anse, Michigan
Mt. Arvon or Bust!
The next morning, I was up and at ’em, ready for the 20-minute drive to the Zion Lutheran Church, the last bit of civilization before the real adventure began. From there, it was a slow, winding 10.1 mile drive on logging roads—bumpy, puddle-filled, and remote. Pro tip: if you’re planning this trip, print out directions beforehand and keep an eye out for the blue markers that guide you to the summit. My SUV and I felt every bump and twist in the road, but the journey only added to the anticipation.
Photo: The road from Zion Lutheran Church, guided by blue markers, leading you to the summit
Surprise Guests at the Summit
As I pulled into the summit parking lot, I was surprised to see another SUV already there—guess I wasn’t the only one eager to conquer Mount Arvon that morning. From the lot, two trails await: one leading directly to the summit and the other to an overlook, with a connecting trail weaving through the woods. Note: A large blue sign in the parking lot from Lyme Great Lakes Timberlands points toward the “View” or “Overlook.” I decided to check out the overlook first. Though the view was a bit hazy so early in the morning, the Highpointers Foundation had thoughtfully placed a bench there, perfect for taking in the tranquil scene.
Photos: The Parking Lot | Trail to the Summit | Path to the Overlook
Photo: Morning View from the Overlook—slightly hazy this morning
Photos: The Highpointers Foundation Bench at the Overlook | The Connector Trail
A Modest Summit
On the way to the summit, I met the guys from the other SUV. They had camped overnight at the summit and shared tales of a hairy drive up in the dark—so glad I opted for daylight! The summit itself is modest, with no sweeping views, but you’ll find the familiar Highpointers mailbox and registry, a geomarker, and a sign congratulating you on reaching Michigan’s highest point. There’s also a small memorial marker for Virginia Cleveland, which piqued my curiosity. A quick search later revealed little about her, but I couldn’t help but wonder about her connection to this quiet, beautiful spot. Rest in peace, Virginia—enjoy the views from Mount Arvon.
Photos: Summit Selfie with the “Congratulations” Sign | Geomarker at the Summit
Photo: Mount Arvon’s modest summit, complete with another Hghpointers Foundation bench
Photos: The Highpointers Mailbox and Register | Virginia Cleveland Memorial Plaque
The Return: Detours and Discovery
After soaking in the summit and making another quick stop at the overlook, I began my descent. The guys I’d met were soon on my tail, so I pulled over to let them pass and continued my journey down. Naturally, it wouldn’t be a proper adventure without a wrong turn. The maze of logging roads can be tricky, but my inner compass kicked in, and I eventually found my way back to Skanee Road and L’Anse.
Mount Arvon: A Hidden Gem
Mount Arvon might not have the soaring altitude of some other state high points, but it more than makes up for it with its charm, accessibility, and the peaceful beauty of its surroundings. Whether you’re a seasoned highpointer or just someone looking for a quiet escape into nature, Mount Arvon is a destination worth seeking out. The drive may be bumpy, and the summit may be modest, but the experience is an adventure all its own.
Tips for Your Trip
Print Those Directions: Seriously, print them. GPS can be iffy, and those logging roads can lead you on a wild goose chase.
SUV Recommended: Your sedan might make it, but you’ll enjoy the ride a lot more in something with a bit of clearance.
Bring Snacks: There’s no snack bar at the top, and trust me, you’ll want to sit and enjoy the view with a little something.
Leave Only Footprints: Mount Arvon is pristine—let’s keep it that way. Pack out what you pack in.
Photos: Step-by-Step Directions to the Summit Parking Lot | Map from L’Anse to Mt. Arvon
On to the Next Adventure
With summit #31 in the bag, my adventure spirit was still soaring as I continued my journey through the U.P. (Upper Peninsula). Mount Arvon had set the perfect tone for the rest of my trip—adventurous, serene, and filled with those little unexpected moments that make travel so rewarding. From there, it was off Tahquamenon Falls State Park—Michigan’s crown jewel of state parks. But that’s a story for another day.
Nestled in the heart of Wisconsin, Timms Hill, the state’s highest natural point, reaches an elevation of 1,951 feet, placing it 39th among State High Points. While it may not compete with the towering peaks of the Rockies or Appalachians, Timms Hill boasts a unique charm. Named after Timothy Gahan, a logger who camped near the hill in the late 1800s, it wasn’t officially recognized as Wisconsin’s highest point until a resurvey in the 1960s. Before then, many believed that Rib Mountain, just west of Wausau, held that title.
Takin’ the High Road
Landing in Minneapolis bright and early, I knew I had a full day ahead. First up, grabbing my camping gear from storage and letting them know I wouldn’t be needing it anymore. Next, a quick detour to REI’s flagship store in Bloomington, complete with two indoor rock-climbing towers (because why not?). I’d heard the bugs in Michigan and Minnesota were fierce, so I was on a mission to snag a head net. But with a line that felt longer than a Midwest winter, I decided to keep it simple and head to good ol’ Walmart.
Photos: REI Flagship Store in Bloomington (Minneapolis), MN
Photo: The REI Rock Climbing Towers – Wild!
Stocking Up for Adventure
Aldi across the highway? Don’t mind if I do! I grabbed a few road trip essentials—snacks and such that would keep me fueled for the drive ahead. Next up – Trader Joe’s just outside St. Paul for a few more provisions (because, hey, variety is the spice of life), and then a final stop at Walmart in Hudson, Wisconsin, to make sure I had everything I needed, including the head net. Fully stocked and ready to roll, I pointed my rental SUV in the direction of Timms Hill, a 2-hour and 40-minute drive ahead of me.
Lost in the Woods (Sort of)
Arriving at Timms Hill County Park, I started to question my internal compass – which says a lot as I go by the nickname Rand McNally. I found a trailhead for both the Timm’s Hill National Trail and Timms Hill Trail, you’d think this was the spot! So I parked my SUV, doused myself in bug spray (no mosquito was gonna get the best of me), and headed out to check the map. Something about the place felt off, though—like showing up to a costume party only to find out it’s a black-tie affair. I drove a little further into the park, and wouldn’t you know it—there it was: the “real” parking lot, complete with restrooms, a big informational sign, and a map that made everything crystal clear. With that, the summit was a short 300-yard hike away. Easy peasy.
Photos: The Entrance off County Road RR | The Road into Timms Hill County Park
Photos: My First Stop – it’s easy to see why I assumed this was the right trailhead
Photos: The real parking lot | Complete with modern facilities
Photo: Trail Maps and Information
Photos: Trail Marker | The Tower Trail to the Summit
Photo: As You Reach the Hilltop, You’ll Spot the Two Towers and Timms Hill Summit
Summit Success: Selfies and Scenic Views
At the summit, I was greeted by the familiar sight of a Highpointers Foundation Bench and a mailbox with a summit register just begging for my autograph. There were two towers to choose from—one being a fire tower with a geomarker, and the other, a wooden observation tower that promised panoramic views. Though the geomarker sat on a 2-foot high concrete monolith, it wasn’t immediately obvious that it would be tucked under the fire tower.
Photos: The Highpointers Foundation Bench and Mailbox
Photos: The Concrete Monolith with the Geomarker under the Fire Tower | The High Point Geomarker
Photos: Summit Selfie!
With all the highpointing formalities behind me, I made a beeline for the observation tower. Despite my love-hate relationship with heights, I couldn’t resist climbing to the top. The reward? An endless stretch of rolling hills, lush forests, and glimmering lakes that made the climb worth every step. I even played the role of summit guide, helping a friendly couple locate the geomarker.
Photos: The Stairs – Solid for Climbing | The Fire Tower Still Looms Above the Observation Tower
Photos: A Few of the Stunning Views from the Top!
Photos: The View Looking Down | Holding on for Dear Life, lol (I was actually pretty good on this tower)
Photo: The Reward for Reaching the Top! Totally Worth It!
After about thirty minutes of summit selfies, register-signing, and view-admiring later, I was back at my car, feeling accomplished. A quick restroom break, and I was ready to hit the road again.
Onward to New Heights
With summit #30 now under my belt, I steered the car north toward L’Anse, Michigan—close to Mount Arvon, the highest point in the state and next on my list. Three hours of driving lay ahead, not to mention a time zone change. I warned you it was a big day—I kicked things off with a 7:45 AM flight from Chicago!
Timms Hill may not have the altitude of some other high points, but it more than makes up for it with its charm, ease of access, and those killer views. Whether you’re a seasoned highpointer or just someone looking for a peaceful escape into nature, Timms Hill is well worth the trip.
After wrapping up my adventure at Devil’s Lake State Park in Wisconsin, I set my sights on my next summit: Hawkeye Point, Iowa. Cruising westward on Interstate 90 through the southern stretch of Minnesota, I had Above & Beyond Group Therapy playing on the radio, soaking in the scenery and all the quirky charms America has to offer. That’s when I spotted a sign as I neared Blue Earth, Minnesota—something about a Green Giant? Now, when it comes to roadside oddities, I’m all in! Road trips are all about the unexpected, so I make sure to keep my schedule loose. My motto? You never know if you’ll pass this way again, so why not seize the moment and just go for it!
The Veggie Titan of Blue Earth
So, I pulled off at the Blue Earth exit, curious to find this veggie titan—just a quick jaunt less than a mile south of the interstate. Turns out, Blue Earth, Minnesota, is home to the Giant Green Giant statue, standing tall at a whopping 55 feet! But why here, of all places? Back in 1978, Paul Hedberg, a local radio host, had a quirky tradition of handing out Green Giant veggie samples—canned right in town—to travelers he interviewed on his show, “Welcome Travelers.” People kept asking to see the Green Giant himself, so Hedberg got the green light from the Green Giant president and raised $50,000 locally in just one week. Erected in 1979, the giant stands on an 8-foot base, with six-foot-long feet—size 78 shoes! The giant remains a beloved local icon and a must-see for quirky photo ops and small-town charm. So next time you are on a road trip, keep your plans flexible – you never know what giant surprises you might stumble upon! Oh, and Blue Earth also claims to be the home of the ice cream sandwich, but sadly, there’s no 55-foot-tall one in sight… yet.
Picture: The 55-foot Veggie Titan – The Green Giant
Short and Sweet
Picture: This Snapshot Says It All
From one quirky roadside attraction to the next, I found myself at Hawkeye Point, Iowa’s highest natural point. Standing 1,670 feet above sea level, it ranks 42nd among state high points and was my 29th high point. Hawkeye Point sits on county-owned land, is open to the public free of charge, and welcomes visitors year-round.
Pictures: Summit Selfie | Standing on the Summit Mosaic
Nestled in the quaint town of Sibley, just under 3 miles from the Iowa-Minnesota border, Hawkeye Point is conveniently located off Iowa State Highway 60. A quick 0.2-mile drive (or walk) along a well-maintained gravel road takes you right to the high point. Once you park, prepare for the grueling 40-foot hike to the summit—no ropes required!
Pictures: The Entrance on Iowa Highway 60 | The Gravel Road to the Summit
When I arrived, I was the only one there. My guess is that most visitors are highpointers like myself. That is, until Emily, a schoolteacher from Iowa, pulled up as I was exploring the area. We struck up a conversation and snapped a few pictures for each other. I learned that she grew up in the state and had recently realized there’s so much more to discover in Iowa and its neighboring states. (Stay tuned for more on her suggestions.)
Interestingly, the story behind this landmark is just as quirky. Hawkeye Point was discovered in 1971, after years of the nearby Ocheyedan Mound mistakenly holding the title of Iowa’s highest point. Despite the mound’s mountain-like appearance, the USGS determined that Hawkeye Point, standing just 15 feet taller, deserved the crown.
In 2008, Osceola County decided to give this humble high point the recognition it deserved. They erected a granite marker proudly proclaiming “Hawkeye Point”—a perfect selfie spot that offers a bit of fun. Nearby, you’ll find an Iowan mosaic, signs pointing to the other 49 state high points, and a grain silo with an observation deck providing expansive views of, well, cornfields—because, hey, it’s Iowa. The area has been thoughtfully developed with historical farming displays, a walk-through museum, and antique farming equipment, all adding layers of local history and a bit of charm. A picnic area invites visitors to relax and soak in the serene landscape, making Hawkeye Point a somewhat memorable stop – kinda like stopping to see the giant Green Giant.
Pictures: Welcome Sign | American Gothic Photo Cut Out Board
Pictures: Highpoint Mosaic | Mosaic and Signs Pointing to the other 49 Highpoints
Pictures: View from the Silo Platform—Summit Below | Highpointer License Plates
Pictures: The Walk-Through Museum | The Picnic Area
I’ve visited several lower-elevation high points like Hawkeye Point, where you can simply drive up and take a short stroll to the summit. But what sets Hawkeye Point apart is the small-town pride that shines through. So next time you get the chance, hit the road and do some exploring. Driving the back roads of America offers a deeper connection to the country’s soul, revealing diverse landscapes and communities that often go unnoticed. It’s an education in authenticity, where you encounter the true character of the nation, far from the homogenized experience of highways. These routes invite reflection, reminding us that the journey itself is a valuable teacher, filled with unexpected discoveries and meaningful encounters.
Next up, it’s North Dakota, with more quirky road-tripping through South Dakota and Minnesota along the way—stay tuned for more adventure! Catch You on the Road!
With the long summer days, a shorter than expected stay at Backbone State Park and as I had not booked a place to stay for the evening, I just drove east to see if I could get to Charles Mound during daylight hours. I am happy to report that I did make it and now I was ahead of schedule!
Important: Read Before You Go!
If you are going to visit and “summit” Charles Mound, there are some important items to note. Stay updated by checking Highpointers.org, especially since the property has new owners. From the Highpointers Website:
Exact Address
Please go to the owners preferred place of entry at 688 W Charles Mound Rd.
There is a gate and a sign that you are in the correct place.
Visiting Days
The 2024 open dates: June 1-2 | July 6-7 (Hence the timing of my trip) | Aug. 3-4 | Sept. 7-8.
Please time your visit to occur during daylight hours.
Respect the Property
Just a reminder that this is private land, so please be respectful during your visit.
The owners ask that, as before, you park on the road and walk from there, no vehicles on their lane, and no pets.
In an nutshell – don’t be “that” person that ends up ruining it for those who wish to add Charles Mound to their list of High Points.
Thanks!
We want to once again thank the Wuebbels for the many years of visitation and thank the new owners for continuing to graciously allow access.
My Advice
It’s an easy hike, with little elevation change.
Bring Bug Spray – lots of it! The mosquitoes were relentless at the high point!
Make sure you check-in, there is a log book at the summit in a plastic bin.
Pictures: The Trailhead | Some reminders, thanks to the Highpointers Organization
A Bit About Charles Mound. . .
Charles Mound, a modest yet captivating peak, holds the title of the highest natural point in Illinois. Located in the rolling hills near the charming town of Scales Mound, this serene summit stands at 1,235 feet above sea level, ranks 45th in State High Points, and was my 28th High Point. The mound itself is named after Elijah Charles, a pioneer who settled in the area in the early 19th century.
Pictures: Summit Selfie | High Point Geomarker
The McRib of Hikes
Hiking Charles Mound reminds me of the McRib, I know a weird analogy. But just as Charles Mound is only accessible a few weekends each year, the McRib appears on McDonald’s menu for limited periods. Highpointers and McRib Enthusiasts eagerly mark their calendars for these rare opportunities, knowing they need to seize the moment or wait an uncertain amount of time for the next chance. In both cases, part of the allure is the knowledge that these opportunities won’t be around for long, making them all the more special than they actually are.
All Joking Aside
The Wuebbels have done an incredible job making this high point special. It’s a beautiful spot – so peaceful and relaxing, albeit the mosquitoes. Trust me, you can’t see it in my photos, but I was practically marinated in bug spray, and those bloodsuckers were still all over my body, head, and face. If it weren’t for them, I’d have taken a seat in one of the chairs to soak in the panoramic views and appreciate Illinois’ natural beauty.
Picture: Charles Mound – and the beautiful work by Wayne and Jean Wuebbels
Pictures: Welcome Sign | Sitting Area – The Highpointers Check-In Log is in the Bin
On my way up, I passed a few fellow highpointers but ended up having the “summit” all to myself. Well, me and a million mosquitoes. After snapping a few pics, I decided to do a trail run back to my car—partly to get my daily run in and partly to escape the relentless swarm.
Back at the car, I spotted a pheasant, which was pretty cool. I also had a brief chat with an arriving highpointer who wanted to confirm he was in the right place. I assured him he was and gave him a heads-up about the mosquito gang waiting at the top. He had just tackled Eagle Mountain (Minnesota’s high point) and Mount Arvon (Michigan’s high point)—both of which I’m hitting later this month—and said the bugs were equally ferocious there. I think it’s time to invest in a head net.
Picture: Pheasant spotting!
A big shout-out to the Wuebbels for their hospitality! Charles Mound is in the books. Next high point: Hawkeye Point, Iowa’s highest natural point.
