Coop's Corner: Port Cities Explore (Duluth-Superior)

Tuesday, November 14, 2023

Port Cities Explore (Duluth-Superior) - 2023/11/12

The idea to Drive up instead of Ride up had not only to do with a November-ish visit but also due to the fact that most if not all of my gadabouting would be urban. As it so often the case, preparing and planning proved to be a major part of the fun. There were some very obvious things to explore but since I'd be around all weekend, I challenged myself to dig in and find some stops previously unknown to me, a few were certainly found. Cameras, the drone, clothing layers and my walkin' shoes were all loaded into the van in an organized fashion as only I can. Ask Peg about my organization skills.

Regarding the van, it was a major component in the adventure. When the idea to go north in late autumn was being considered, I naturally assumed that I'd be bedding down in a motel somewhere. From former stops in both Duluth and in Superior, for my job and for play, I knew of some motels with potential. But between availability and their Very Bold rates, spending the nights in my van seemed a much more viable option. I knew how, I needed to determine where.

I've stayed numerous nights in large retail parking lots, but I've also stayed numerous nights in State Rest Stops. Immediately the Welcome To Minnesota 'stop was considered though when I checked the rules, there's an official 4 hour limit. Based on experience and the fact that a mid-November, non-tourist season overnights were planned, I'd have likely been fine. But I remembered the WI 'stop just south of Superior, a place I've refreshed myself numerous times on my way home from the North Shore. Checking the WI rules, I found that overnight stays were perfectly fine.....so that's what I did.

The temperature outside Sunday morning, my very passive body heat seems to keep the cabin's temp 5-6 degrees warmer than that, unless it's very windy. I slept very warm, time inside the van but not under the covers is a bit more challenging during long-night-short-day seasons.

The route up, during and back down....

Many stops, steps and more than a few miles between. I'm planning on a few Posts to cover in a bit more detail the things I found most interesting but I wanted to provide an overview of the weekend in this first one.

Hwy 210 through Jay Cooke State Park...

The Oliver Over Under Bridge....

Another bridge....the Grassy Point swinging railroad bridge.

".....camping fun....."

Derek, it was a pleasure!

The trip ended with non-urban visits to Amnicon and Pattison State Parks, both places I've never been before. Northern Wisconsin is full of some beautiful waterfalls, now I've added a couple more of them under my belt.

Had a great time, 538 miles in the van and doing better with my foot traffic, thanks both to Arthur and to my trip north.

I'll be Posting some more highlights....you're wondering how I could possibly have more images/video? Well, you know better than that....represented above the tip of a large iceberg. More soon, or maybe over winter. I've got all sorts of content to Post and it's backing up. It will happen here!

4 comments:

mohessianNovember 14, 2023 at 11:48 AM
Liz Strohus! I worked with her son. Many a story.
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mohessianNovember 14, 2023 at 11:54 AM
She actually visited us at work a couple times. 90 years old and still had that personality. Zowie.
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"it was auspicious to approach any situation from a deferential, inquisitive place. Conceding that there is much to learn is the best blueprint for discovering something new." ----B. Fuller

The Man straightened stiffly above the block of salt fixed to the stake and looked at the young cattle ringed about him. The pasture was holding out well and the stock was looking good. This bunch would be ready to sell in another month, maybe sooner if the market was right.

A stir among the cattle down near the river brought him round to face the swinging bridge he'd built years before. Someone was coming toward him from the bridge. Someone in breeches, but it didn't look like a man, somehow. What was a woman doing in his pasture this time of night?

He bent over the salt again; maybe if he paid her no heed she'd go on past and let him mind his own business. He heard her footsteps come nearer and stop. "Good evening," she said.

Her voice was smooth with book learning but friendlier than most, and somehow almost shy. When he made no answer she went on, "I've been sitting on your swinging bridge....I thought I'd like to say thank-you...." Her voice stumbled a little, then she tried once more.

"You are Mr. ____". His name sounded strange in her voice, but she went on to tell her own.

"That's what they've called me the last sixty-eight years," he said, looking past her face to the hills fast darkening under a single star. "I reckon the woods are free for those that like to walk there."

The unfamiliar voice laughed a little. "That's what Emerson said: the grove belongs to the man who walks in it with an open heart....On that basis I guess I've owned part of your woods for a good many years.....". She made a final effort. "I've always wanted to thank you....."

Something deeply hidden stirred in him. "There's a stump up there, in the notch of the woods", he said slowly, "that before the timber grew so tall you could stand on it and see all over this country."

He kept still a minute, remembering, then, "I used to stand up there an' look at things, an' wonder how they come to be like they was, an' how the hills was created, an' all the things in Nature.... I told my wife I guessed all the religion I ever had I got standin' on that old stump, a-wonderin'..." He turned his face away from her.

She helped him out. "I know about that, a little. This afternoon I saw......." Her account of a thing she had really taken time to look at eased him, and he answered with telling of the badger den at the foot of the swinging bridge.

When she had gone, he turned to watch her. After a moment she stood clear and unmoving against the sky. You could hear the sounds of the river where she stood. She was one that could stand still long enough, he thought, really to hear what a body was saying, or a river.

Then she walked down the farther side of the slope and was gone. ------Margaret Snyder from A Chosen Valley

Fall was the end of harvest, end of the growing season, a burst of color and sun-warmth before killing frost turned the land gray and cold. Fall was a moody time, full of both life and death, a time when we were reminded of the power outside of us, reminded that the seasons happen to us. We do not invite the change to come.-------Ben Logan, from The Land Remembers

When you get those rare moments of clarity, those flashes when the universe makes sense, you try desperately to hold onto them. They are the lifeboats for the darker times, when the vastness of it all, the incomprehensible nature of life is completely elusive. So the question becomes or should have been all along, what would you do if you knew you only had one day, or one week, or one month to live. What lifeboat would you grab onto? What secret would you tell? What band would you see? What person would you declare your love to? What wish would you fulfill? What exotic locale would you fly to for coffee? What book would you write? ------- Ben Tyler

We were also cautioned about journeying far from home. As an example of the dangers, the town had a badly crippled lady named Lucy, who as a girl had traveled to New York City. As she traveled along a sidewalk, sightseeing, she was struck by the outstretched hand of a suicide who had leapt from high above. Her spine had been shattered and for the rest of her life, she was to walk bent forward at the waist, tapping the sidewalk with two black canes. Whenever the subject of travel to a big city was raised, someone would say, "Just remember what happened to Miss Tripp." ---- Ted Kooser, from Local Wonders

"Steamboats are like wedding cakes without the complications...." ----Mark Twain

"It's not about having lots of money, it's about having lots of options......." -----Chris Rock

As the very proud father of three former ponytail wearers, hopefully I can get away with this....."For the past few years it's been fashionable for young women to wear ball caps and to snap the strap on the back under their ponytails. I like the looks of that, their shiny ponytails jauntily swinging, but it's hard not to think of the rear ends of horses. There's a piece of harness called the crupper that goes just under a horse's tail to keep its nose down. If the horse lifts its head to look for a way out of whatever predicament it's in, the crupper tightens and hurts the horse. But it's foolish for parents to think that a ball cap might keep a young woman from running away. Anybody can see they're made for running." ------Ted Kooser, Local Wonders

"I tell the guy's girlfriend that the only difference between the book's main character Phaedrus and myself is that I am neither brilliant, tortured or insane, she looks at my bike and there is an uncomfortable silence." --------ahendepe (a.k.a. Vermin)