Vacation is an excuse to treat ourselves. This anorak is part of that; when you’re in Duluth you have to visit Trail Fitters. Georgia knows the way (to the treats behind the counter) but truth be told Rosie and I love it just as much as she does. All our favorite clothes and gear come from there, and they are always so nice to Georgia. We also got an aluminum pot.
Scheel’s was really something too; we stopped there yesterday for a hard-to-find Garmin charging cable. They had an incredible selection of stuff — I can’t believe I didn’t buy a knife — but they completely lacked that personal charm. In fact, the floor was practically swarming with middle managers reminiscent of jehovah’s witnesses in their white button-down shirts and lanyards. Anyway that store is going to eat Dick’s lunch if it ever makes it to Ohio.
So anyway, Duluth! Rosie told me the lake makes her feel at peace, and I have to agree. It still feels so familiar, and some tourists actually flagged us down to ask a question: “Excuse me, are you locals?” It’s probably the outfits. Did I mention my new hat?
We were in town for an appointment at a jeweler, but we had to walk the lakewalk too, and drink a little of that clean cold Superior water. It was cold and windy, so we called an audible (the first of many no doubt) and decided to head straight to Itasca State Park rather than setting up camp at Bagley. We found drenching rain and called audible number two. Now we sit on a pair of comfy queen beds and look forward to a dry camp and a long hike tomorrow.
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