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Picked up a bunch of local Swiss chard to stir-fry with dinner. Normally this veggie is not on my radar, but Dwight suggested I should look out for some.

It felt brisk this morning as I set off for my walk. Passing the university’s steam plant, I could hear its gentle roar as it warmed much of the Minneapolis campus and generated 20% of its electricity. Changing leaves were another sure sign that fall had arrived.

Nursing a cold, I didn’t stray far from a box of Kleenex.

Downsides of long-haul travel are jet-lag, possibly layered on a cold or worse. Today I failed a COVID test, which is some consolation.

Looked straight ahead as I walked past Kramarczuk’s extensive display of cakes to pick up garlicky house-made Ukrainian sausage at the meat counter. Next, I braved the chilly walk-in beer cooler at Surdyk’s, just down the road, for a local brew. Earlier I’d picked up crusty bread, a massive cabbage, and ice cream at Seward… Continue reading All Set for Sausage Saturday

Working for a few hours in this classroom made jet lag disappear, at least temporarily. Bright light, mental focus, and social interaction all helped.

From the 3rd Avenue Bridge, the Mississippi and the Falls looked rather trippy today. The reflected sunlight was purplish above the Falls and earthy below. Weeks of drought had calmed the water; the whirlpools I’d seen earlier in the summer were gone. I used a slow shutter on my phone and cropped, but no other… Continue reading Day Dream

It was a day for embracing jet lag and planning future adventures. Later this month, we’re day-hiking sections of the Superior Hiking Trail (SHT) on the North Shore of Lake Superior. To mentally prepare, I organized timelines of previous SHT hikes at my Web site. And for next year, I started researching a potential multi-day… Continue reading The Day After

Dwight’s carrying grocery bags of fresh produce we picked up at Trader Joe’s on the way from the LRT station. After over two weeks on the road, we are a little deficient in the fresh produce department.

Waited at Bridport Bus Station for a bus to Axminster where we would catch a train. Rain seemed set in for the day, a first on our trip and a good reason to be in transit. Until recently I thought Axminster was a brand or style of carpet, but now I know it’s also a… Continue reading Bridport Bus Station

Turnaround point on our final cliff hike. Tomorrow we start our journey home with a hike into town, then a bus, then a train, then a bus to Heathrow where we’ll check into a hotel for the night before our flight home.

Took a bus to Weymouth, resisting the typical seaside allure. Instead, I walked to Nothe Fort, a large 19th-century fortification built to protect against a French invasion. It served during both World Wars and the Cold War, even housing a nuclear bunker in the 1980s. Weymouth played a significant role 80 years ago on D-Day,… Continue reading Day Tripper

Walked east along the coast, past this clifftop burning beacon. The beacon aligns with another we saw yesterday. These structures have been used since Roman times to signal danger, but nowadays, they’re lit to celebrate events like the new millennium or the Queen’s Platinum Jubilee in 2022.

We’re staying on the Jurassic Coast of Dorset, where the cliffs are constantly eroding, revealing formations and fossils from different geologic periods. Today, we hiked the cliffs west of where we’re staying. This turned out to be a good workout as we navigated the trail up and down. Another day, we’ll explore the eastern cliffs.

On our walk into town, we admired a playground where all the equipment imaginatively incorporated rope. This area has a rich history of rope-making for shipping, executions, and more, dating back to the 13th century. Rope was sometimes produced exclusively here for the entire kingdom by royal decree. To commemorate this important industry we enjoyed… Continue reading A Toast to Rope

With the Thames Path Diversion hike successfully accomplished, it was time to start planning another inn-to-inn hike and go our separate ways. Our friends headed back to their homes in the north and south of England, while Dwight and I took three trains and a bus to a seaside town on the Dorset coast for… Continue reading A Bit of British Seaside