While I agreed with most people that the beacons were an ugly waste of money, there was something magical about standing at the edge of the lake during blinding snow while a legend was whispered in Ojibwe behind me. While they're intended to be seen from afar, they're much more interesting close up.
The Corten steel hasn't formed its protective coating yet. By the beginning of summer, this will be bright orange, like the ore dock to the south.