Miss Lorna and I are outta here for a long week. We'll be 10 miles south of Grand Marias overlooking ol' Gitchi Gummi in 1925 vintage Cabin 3. The same cabin where we stayed 40 years ago on our honeymoon. The same cabin where years later, drinking away the afternoon on a sunny ski-less February porch, L.P. slooowly mumbled his alcohol clouded insight, "How come is it that just when ya finally have somethin brilliant ta say ya can't talk no more?".
We'll be eating on the pier of the Angry Trout, throwing fish to the otters and washing down the catch of the day with Superior Brewing Sir Duluth Oatmeal Stout. Or gourmet eating with Pinot Noir two doors down at the Crooked Spoon. Or up the street at Chez Jude. This is a little town (1400 pop) where you can do some serious eating. I noticed out of 16 restaurants reviewed, Andrew Zimmerin's choice, Doxkside Fish Market, ranked 13th. Bizarre Foods Minnesota indeed!
While I'm gone your topic of discussion will be, "The big one that got away, or bicycles I should have purchased". Or anything else you want to talk about when the teacher is out of the room.