I said hey bud, could you scoot back a little bit? but it was too late for the money-shot...
The lift-bridge lets you out first for the expanse and view from the lake. Most of the hour +1/2 is harbor with historical descriptions of the various - still active - elevators and buildings, bridges and train trestles along, or coming up to, the water's edge - Through the shared Duluth-Superior harbor. With Aunt Em too - the girls love her, rare mythical being that she is.
We were all away at our daily destinations when the tornado passed though today - three blocks over at our house not a branch was out of place. There were huge crews from Asplundh and Bratt slowly making their way South, and loads of cops strangely not telling anyone to move back.
You know it's Minnesota though when the tree crew is a block away and closing, and homeowners are still like: nah, I'm just going to cut it up myself and my mom will chuck it onto the pile (see middle pic above) - I saw several examples of that.
Crushed cars, 100 year old raggedly sheared-off giants, huge dirt piles and holes where the tree used to stand, commuters parking in the middle of the street, mouths open stumbling towards their tree-covered houses. Pretty surreal.
We missed those who couldn't make it, but thoroughly enjoyed the recent experiences, classic stories, creativity, knowledge and wisdom from those who did. Today the garage smells like welding and barbecue - as a garage should. Summer/Fall bike camping is coming soon!
The days turn into weeks turn into months, the centrifugal force of time and priorities pushes our lives further and further apart. Thank god for the web or I'd never talk to any of you anymore. The DJ was saying about how August means shortening days and the impending transition back to winter - How about we do it in person on Saturday?