Cows like to ride the rails too. I snapped this picture at the Hammond Avenue railroad crossing in Superior, Wis. last Monday. My truck was the second vehicle in line heading north back to Duluth when a freight train passed through town. The automatic stop arms halted traffic. I saw this image coming down the … More A Canadian cow hops freight to Superior
I’ve been looking unsuccessfully for owls on deep woods hikes and long, lonely dirt road bike rides for years. I would scan the tree tops on river side trails, look deep into frozen swamp land or stop and scour low hanging branches at the edge of quiet meadows. Nothing. Turns out I was looking in … More An eye for the owls
I like the ice fishing “idea” more than I like actually ice fishing. I always wanted to build my own shack, paint it a funky color and stock it with a wood burning stove, a boom box and couple easy chairs. I would haul the thing out on a frozen lake, drill some holes and … More Ice fisherman blues
At least I got to ice skate, and everyone knows moose like to ice skate. Nick finally pulls me outta his closet and decides to wear me. But what do we do? We go back to Wisconsin. Now, I don’t want to tell my whole life story, I did that once already. In short, I was … More A moose goes skating
The Internet can see. It can talk. It can hear. It can sing. But the Internet can’t smell. Depending on your point of view, the Internet has either unmercifully ruined or vastly improved the way we see photographs, movies and world news. In the old days, we needed to use paper, chemicals and a one-hour … More If the Internet had a nose
Our hunt for a house in Duluth took us to Superior this week. That’s Superior, Wisconsin. I can hear the collective groan coming from Minnesota now. There it is coming up I-35 and slamming into the iconic lift bridge now: “Wisss-conn-skinnnn???” Maybe I’ve read too much Anthony Bukoski, but I like Superior. It’s got a gritty … More The case for Superior, Wis.
Bicyclists aren’t usually foolish enough to ride over the St. Louis River in December. It’s too cold up there. And by “up there,” I mean the Bong Bridge. The Richard I. Bong Memorial Bridge is 12-stories high, more than two-miles long and looks like a four-lane wide, concrete snake that just swallowed a Volkswagen. Named after … More A ride over the river in December