On my cycle ride: Self-Made Man. Perched atop a parking garage in the Minneapolis Marcy-Holmes neighborhood, it’s easy to miss this sculpture.
Category: Living
Snapshots: Superior Hiking Trail 2018
Last week. as we generally do at this time of the year, we day-hiked sections of the Superior Hiking Trail. We stayed in two lodges so we could enjoy different sections of the trail without having to spend much time in the car. Blue blazes, painted on trees, usually helped to keep us on the…… Continue reading Snapshots: Superior Hiking Trail 2018
Snapshots: Tettegouche State Park
Every year, around this time, we drive from Minneapolis to the North Shore of Lake Superior. It was Sunday, so most people were driving in the opposite direction towards work and school. On the drive north, we paused for a few hours to enjoy the trails of Tettegouche State Park. We then drove on to…… Continue reading Snapshots: Tettegouche State Park
Travel Gear: Medications
The first time my partner and I arrived in Japan, we were stopped at Customs. Something prompted a search of our bags. Maybe the official spotted that my partner looked rather miserable with a cold. The official found an American over-the-counter cold medication containing pseudoephedrine. It’s illegal to bring this substance into Japan, but, after…… Continue reading Travel Gear: Medications
Watching Trains
I temporarily abandoned my bike on this bridge to watch and listen as a busy rail yard went about its business.
Hmong in St. Paul
Cycled to Lake Phalen where workers were completing this pavilion. It was built in Changsha, China, then shipped to sister city St. Paul. In return, Changsha got Peanuts statues, including Lucy in a Hmong dress. Changsha is the ancestral home of the many Hmong who’ve moved to St. Paul.
Lunch at the American Indian Center
My lunch treat was a buffalo melt at the American Indian Center.
Long Shadows, Dappled Light
Cycled through long shadows and dappled light. A footbridge and intensifying colors reflected in Minnehaha Creek.
A Long Run
Walked past recently closed Rudolph’s Bar-B-Que. Dwight and I first met there 31 years ago at a birthday brunch.
Snowy Jog
Snow fell while we jogged.