Living in Lake Superior’s shadow and walking its windy shore in Ashland didn’t sound like much of a life plan to Sara Hudson.
But 16 years ago, when her husband got a job here, the young couple moved to what seemed like a remote place.
“When we moved here, I was still like, what are we doing here?” Hudson said. “I had a friend that cried for a year straight.”
Around that time, an outsider could be forgiven for having a grim view for the area’s future.
Iron ore shipments from Ashland, a backbone of the community, had stopped in the 1960s.