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At Carlton Peak, on the Superior Hiking Trail, the nephews opted for the road less traveled: a pattern repeated throughout the day wherever there were rocks.

Our Superior Hiking Trail hike included a ridge trail looking out towards Lake Superior: Cook County 1 to Temperance River, then the Gitchi-Gami trail back to Bluefin Bay for the night.

Nephews, full of life, Bluefin Bay (where we’re staying), north shore of Lake Superior, parents, uncles, and a pumpkin looking on.

It was a blustery walk across the Duluth Aerial Lift Bridge back to our hotel after dinner.

Cycled the Gateway State Trail until it ran out, then cycled back. Crossed this 1873 wrought iron bridge. By the 1890’s steel had displaced iron as the material of choice for bridges, so iron bridges are quite rare.

Dinner at the Dakota among vaccinated people: exuberant Cuban music from Jane Bunnett and Maqueque.

Decided it’s time for cooler weather meals. Braised local root vegetables: carrots, celeriac, onions, turnip (purple), and potatoes. The Dutch oven contains a pumped-up-umami base. The turnip came with greens in excellent condition, so I added them later

Posted A Trip to England: Covid Risks and Responsibilities.

Discussed different treatment options with my oncologist. I’m grateful I feel good and there are promising options.

Wetland view from the Cannon Valley Trail, cycling from Welch to Red Wing, then back to Welch. In Red Wing our destination was a cafe specializing in pies, but it had closed early. My friend didn’t miss a beat and led me to a bake shop round the corner.

Stopped for coffee in a building constructed in 1879 by the Milwaukee Road railroad company.

Drove Dwight home from Methodist Hospital after a routine screening colonoscopy. When asked to identify my relationship to the patient, I replied “husband.” Until just a few years ago, I never imagined the societal shifts that would make it possible to say that.

Monday morning rendezvous with an old-fashioned.

Worked on unobtrusive plant up-lighting, using honeycomb filters to eliminate glare. Then, the sun reminded me there’s nothing like natural backlighting. No artificial light in this photo.

Posted Backpacking in Japan With Our Nephews: Day of Arrival.

I started, um, hiding certain magazines behind other magazines. Then I realized I was being watched.