Jan 11It’s kind of interesting how things switch around. When we lived in Maine, we found the need for a “big city” fix about once a year - a trip to Portland or Boston to once again experience “civilization” and see what the majority of the people in the world called “living.” Invariably, it not only fulfilled the need to immerse one’s self in the human stew, but also served to remind us how lucky we were that that we didn’t have to live in that environment every day. Now that we live in the city, we, of course, seek the opposite venue to sooth our souls. More than one person has told us that the northern reaches of Minnesota along the banks of Lake Superior was very similar to the coast of Maine - rocky bluffs, endless water, lots of pine trees, and not a lot of people. So we took advantage of my temporary respite from studying during winter break to spend a couple of days exploring the north country in hopes of discovering new “favorite” places and to give us a respite from the traffic and pavement of the Twin Cities.
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