It appears the changing of plans midway through Minnesota confused me. It takes less and less to do that. So even though I call this post the end, that is a lie. I will return in a day or so with two of the absolutely favorite parts of the journey. Cousin Terri in Roseau and a logging camp in Grand Rapids.

Scott and I were tired by the time we reached Duluth, 70 or 80 miles from Grand Rapids and flights to our homes. So tired. But we tried our damnedest to tourist just a little. I am posting these final photos just because Duluth is an interesting small city, kind of a poor man’s San Francisco. Less wild and glamourous history BUT also minus the evil tech sh*t. I’d like to return…less jaded, ready to celebrate Lake Superior.

Until Next Time Then…

Up the shore in Two Harbors. I think.