On the very day this column is released and read by millions, three contiguous households in the heart of my block will be involved in the Big Dig project of the decade here as we bury our power lines together.RELATED CONTENT
This spring I have delighted in traveling mile after mile of quiet county roads by bike. On one recent ride I was surprised by the incredible quantity of water washing about in all directions. I rode north from the Lake, and crested the hill to fields and forests suddenly unlocked from winter’s grip.RELATED CONTENT
This bench is mine. It sits just 2 miles from the house (for a casual 4-mile round trip) above the shore of Lake Superior.RELATED CONTENT
As I scrawl these words on a lovely evening, smoke from my woodstove wafts from the chimney and twists up and through large snowflakes falling like feathers. It’s snowing again, as it did the weekend prior, and I welcome it as if it were manna from heaven.RELATED CONTENT
I am writing this on the evening before heading out to a wilderness cabin north of Ely with some pals.RELATED CONTENT
“Today was the best day and the worst day. It was the worst because I broke my elbow, and the best because I got a Popsicle.” These words were the final analysis of a recent day experienced by my 7-year-old son.RELATED CONTENT
Following recent snows, many of our enviable ski trails were groomed and ready to be used in short order, while some streets in nearby residential streets still waited to be plowed. This is awesome, and yet another reason to live in and enjoy Duluth, Minnesota.RELATED CONTENT
The great travesty of the presidential election of 2012 is that no single candidate addressed a crisis that is silently destroying much of our heritage: May God save our pianos!RELATED CONTENT
As the last of the leaves flutter in the wind and give up the ghost, family adventures need not drift by the wayside or be sacrificed on the altar of busyness.RELATED CONTENT
Last week, I found myself belly up to the bar in Finland, at a place called Our Place. A buddy and I were smack dab in the middle of one of the finest bike rides of my life.RELATED CONTENT
This column has morphed, of late, into one involving my family’s adventures. This one is no different, but will demonstrate that adventure is a concept and attitude that can and should be viewed broadly.RELATED CONTENT
Boom. Just like that, it’s dark by suppertime now. With little warning, darkness descends like a sheet flung over the birdcage. Deficiency of vitamin D, known as the “sunshine vitamin,” has been associated with rickets, increased risk of death from cardiovascular disease, cognitive impairment in older adults, severe asthma in children, depression and even cancer. Apparently, the sun is a bit important to our well-being.
Somehow a switch got flipped. My kids went from whining and complaining in an unbearable fashion while hiking in a forced-march fashion through some of the most beautiful country in the Midwest to floating on the wings of eagles as they ran the mile-and-a-half home to the little cabin where we were staying deep in the middle of the Porcupine Mountains Wilderness State Park in Upper Michigan.RELATED CONTENT
This has been one inferno of a week in Duluth. Like most households here, our family hasn’t viewed air conditioning as a necessity. We prefer to not have it at all, and have avoided installing the window units for a couple years. By the time I pulled them out during the recent steam bath that entombed the area, they were covered in dust and other basement detritus that had collected over the years.RELATED CONTENT
The entire week prior to Father’s Day saw my family and me chilling out on the North Shore of Lake Superior, mere feet away from the crashing waves. We were ensconced in an idyllic private setting a little before the township of Colville near the Kadunce River between Grand Marais and Hovland.RELATED CONTENT
Budgeteer columnist Eddy Gilmore ponders our nation's tendency to choose party over thoughtfulness.