On our way home, we stopped south of Duluth at the Purple Car Cafe, which had a fun grade-school vibe with bold colors and handwritten chalkboard signs.
Category: Travel
Lake Superior prep
Tomorrow we’re heading up the North Shore of Lake Superior, so today we’re laying out stuff for packing on the guest bed. No matter how long the trip (one week, four weeks, or indefinite), we’ve settled into a pattern: one set of clothing on, plus four changes. Having access to laundry facilities and modern fabrics make all the difference.
Crossing the divide
Walked across this hellscape, as I do every time I walk to tutor an adult learner. There’s about 17 traffic lanes at this point where two Interstates run in parallel for three-quarters of a mile. I think of the neighborhoods that were torn apart and destroyed to create this. It’s a relief to be warmly welcomed at the Minneapolis American Indian Center, enjoy a cuppa and a fresh blueberry muffin in the cafe, then settle down to tutor in a nearby, lovely old library.
A day on the #2
Built a gentle adventure around the #2 bus route which runs every 10 minutes near our home. The route takes in some wonderful institutions as it travels through the U and across South Minneapolis. Today: Northrop (cuppa in the cafe of this U auditorium), Weisman Art Museum (architect Frank Gehry), eye clinic (used a credit to replace lenses in my sun glasses), Minneapolis Institute of Art (took in an exhibition by Kenji Nakahashi who loved diagramming, categorizing and coding).
Mind the gap
It seemed safe enough to ignore the diversion signs while running errands. The 20-year-old Blue Line LRT is closed for seven weeks for major maintenance, including replacing some track and upgrading signals. I sometimes take my bike on the train to reach further-out trailheads, and it’s our go-to route to the airport.
A journey of water
Continued planning a possible multi-day hike across Greater Tokyo, a metropolis of 37 million. My route follows the Tamagawa Aqueduct, which dates back to 1654 in the feudal era. Spanning roughly 30 miles, I plan to start in the countryside at the Tama River. Though the city has been leveled by fire several times, including twice in the 20th century, I hope that by following the water, I’ll catch glimpses of the past that survived the flames.
Gearing up for the next journey
Spent the morning prepping for future travels, knocking out tasks that once would have required a physical trip, all from the comfort of home. I ordered new hiking boots from REI, an updated version of my worn-out pair that keeps the essential wide toe box. I also renewed my expiring US passport online; surprisingly, I didn’t even have to mail in the old one. However, we’re not quite ready for a robot to steal the zen of cleaning gear, especially Dwight’s improvised drying system.
Homeward bound
This is one of my happy places: Economy seats on an A330, exit row, two-across. Often these seats get a thumbs-down because of their proximity to the lavatories, but at my age, that’s a plus. I book early and then rebook if the price goes down. Over the years, I’ve had many lovely conversations with flight attendants sitting in the jump seat opposite. Today, we fly home.
The end of the road
We reached the end of our hike in Pitlochry after yet another day of “good everything”: the hiking, the views, the weather, and the company. It was here I bade farewell to my boots; the soles were simply too worn for another stint. They’ve served me well, but their journey ends here. Already, the four of us are talking about our next multi-day trek.
Tracking the migratory patterns of our gear
Set up trackers for our upcoming trip: D and T for our backpacks; 1 to track a cardboard box we’ll check in at MSP then mail from Glasgow. The rectangular tracker goes in my wallet. (The total weight for the four devices is 1.5 ounces, 43 grams.)