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Meat Loaf played quietly in the background throughout an early dinner (we’re old). But what of Mrs Loud, the session singer belting at the end of “I’d do anything for love”? I found her at the top of page 1 of my hometown paper (she and I are Geordies).

We’ve found so many coffee shops and restaurants in Tucson that we like, all locally owned.

Today’s a rest day. Posted Rental Apartments: Embracing Imperfection. Tomorrow, we’re back on the trails, and that’s a good thing.

Explored the Tucson Botanical Gardens, where cacti are held in captivity and a cafe serves lunch: a change of pace from our desert hikes.

Hiked in the mountains above Tucson, Saguaro National Park East. Looking out, across Tucson, we could see the largest aircraft boneyard in the world, housing almost 4,000 carefully lined up military planes.

Hiked in the Santa Catalina Mountains above Tucson to a height where fewer cacti roam. Sabino Canyon Recreation Area.

Hiked the Sonoran Desert trails of nearby Saguaro National Park (named after the tall cacti), followed by mid-afternoon lunch at a decent “crafthouse and eatery” on our way back to our rented apartment.

Explored Tucson on foot, bike, and streetcar.

Hiked an in-and-out trail for much the day through the Sabino Canyon Recreation Area, turning around at the Instagram-worthy Seven (water) Falls. I took way too many cactus pictures.

Flew to Tucson, AZ; went for a walk before checking in to a rental apartment. The area is new to us: we’ll be exploring it on foot and bicycle over the next two weeks.

Walked with a friend through the University of Minnesota East Bank campus. Warmed up with coffees in a cafe with an actual wood-burning fire.

Posted Trip Stacking: Managing COVID Uncertainty.

It’s Cruciferous Sunday: warm, shredded Brussels sprout salad for lunch, braised cabbage with dinner. We’re running the fridge down, and have a surfeit of leafy greens

Prepared gear for an upcoming trip; washed the summer off our cycle helmets.

I knew when I woke up this morning we’d be driving between heated underground garages this evening.

Wallked the Minneapolis Skyways to avoid frostbite. At a small tailoring business, Dwight dropped off a much-loved, 25-year-old shirt for a $6 repair: the antithesis of fast fashion.