Gardening on the North Shore is a perpetual test of endurance. Last weekend, while squadrons of black flies circled around me, I dug through the dirt in our gardens to pull out twine-like quack grass roots and give my seeds and seedlings a headstart on the weeds.
You can only go so far on a couple of chocolate chip cookies. Tossing two cookies in your pocket, skipping breakfast and then hiking and fishing along a remote north country trout stream until 4 p.m. is too far. We contemplated this hungry truth as we wolfed down
Years ago, when 20,000 latter day hippies known as the Rainbow Family traveled to the North Shore for their annual Independence Day campout, I was the editor of the Grand Marais newspaper and learned the State Patrol was stopping vehicles at random on Highway 61 as
Most Minnesota anglers celebrated the May 14 fishing opener by going after walleyes, but a friend and I headed for alternative waters. We spent opening weekend fishing for steelhead near Grand Marais. We weren’t alone. Other anglers were enjoying the fishing in
It’s not about numbers. So says my friend about steelhead fishing. You see, steelheaders are notoriously numerical, measuring every outing first by how many hook-ups they had with big trout and second by the number of fish they actually landed. Thus it is common
The other night, I decided to climb a mountain. Out for a walk with the dog, I drove inland from Lake Superior with no plan other than a whim to go a-wandering in the woods. However, while the snow was gone along the North Shore, there was still plenty on the ground