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Woke up to a misty morning: slow fade to white.

Posted Superior Hiking Trail, Spring 2021.

Spent much of the afternoon applying for a UK passport: my old one expired 15 years ago. Post-Covid travel with 2 passports may give more flexibility: when I arrive at London LHR later this year, I’ll choose the shortest immigration line. (Current wait times are up to 7 hours.)

Walked on a boardwalk beside Lake Superior to breakfast. Lakewalk, Bluefin Bay resort, Tofte, Minnesota.

Superior Hiking Trail, lunch, Temperance River.

Lake Agnes from the Superior Hiking Trail. Normally we do a through-hike, here, but today we did an in-and-out. This meant we got to see places we love twice, from different angles. The lake would be smaller and more than four feet shallower without a beaver dam.

End of our hike, looking down Baptism River towards Lake Superior, Tettegouche State Park, Minnesota.

Hiked above Duluth, then checked into a hotel for the night.

On my simplification journey, it was time to send 6 of my rattiest tee shirts to recycling and replace them with 4 shirts. Cooking takes its toll: olive oil is for ever; holes mysteriously appear when drying sharp kitchen knives on my shirt.

Stocked up on gorp ingredients to fuel upcoming hikes: cashews, granola, pistachios, Asian rice crackers, sesame sticks, wasabi peas, generic M&M’s, raisins, and dried pineapple.

On our walk: Looked up at the birthplace of the Milky Way bar about 100 years ago, soon after Frank Mars moved his candy company to this building. Today, products are transported from this building via fiber optic cables rather than trucks.

Cycled, then walked to the point the Minnesota River(on right) joins the Mississippi River at Fort Snelling State Park.

Reduced our sitting room to what we need/want. Shipped off a sofa, sofa table, and coffee table to be auctioned. A new sofa will arrive in August, but we’re not replacing the tables. Less is more.

Yogi Berra informed my cycle route today. When I came to a fork in the road, I took it. When I didn’t know where I was going, I ended up someplace else. It wasn’t over until it was over.

Came upon this when renting a car for a trip to New Zealand later this year when I’ll be 70. Felt indignant until I realized it says “*above* 70.” Now it feels like a reprieve.

Encountered wedding parties on our walk. Resisted the temptation to photobomb.