My first week in Duluth has been spent doing necessary things, eating at restaurants, walking when possible, thinking of New Orleans, and longing for mountains. I expect that next year when I leave the park, I'll only be coming back here to ship whatever I'm keeping to Bozeman or Gardiner. It's on to the next life.
Yesterday a couple friends and I hiked about seven miles on Wisconsin Point, across the channel from my favorite hike on Minnesota Point. Not sure I feel the need to do that one now. Probably not this week anyway, which will be filled with more necessary things and a day in St. Paul.
Sometimes a lighthouse is just a lighthouse.
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