Grand Marais Things

We left for Grand Marais on a beautiful Saturday morning 14 February headed for up North. Our ultimate destination was the Outpost Motel in Colville, MN 8 miles east of Grand Marais. We would stay until 17 February. The journey up was uneventful save for all the bathroom stops on the way up, too much water before the trip. We had an audio book along as well 'Kalahari Typing Club for Men' by Alexander McColl Smith. We really enjoyed this book and finished it in our room when we arrived.

Our first stop on our journey was at Fitger's Brewhouse. It is the official beginning and ending of my trips to the North Shore. It has been with all the women I have been with since Ann has died. K and I had lunch and I had beer with my food. She had the best veggie burger the the world the Fitger's wild rice burger and I had the Turkey ruben with a small salad. I started out with the Champagne of the North, a Berliner weisse with raspberry syrup. I followed it with an Antwerp ale and finished it off with a Black Paddle porter. All were really tasty and hit the spot.
When we were finishing up with lunch, who should walk in but Cathy and Jeff. It was our second chance meeting with them in Fitger's. Pretty, amazing but great minds think alike or so it seems.


We headed North and to our final destination, the Outpost Motel. We stopped in Grand Marais at the Coop for some extra food stuff for our stay. We checked in and started to relax straight away. We played scrabble, read, listened to music, and ate. The book I started and read the whole time I was up ther was Shenandoah 1962 by Cozzens. Heralded as the definitive book on Stonewall Jackson's Valley Campaign. It is a good book, easy to read and the author does well to use both sources and display everyone with all the talents and foibles. He includes Jackson as well. I am a Jackson fan and have been since I was a wee lad but there really wasn't much in the way other things to reveal. He probably is one of the most written about American commander and famous save for Washington. I am finishing up with the book now and should have it completed by the weekend . Jackson is about to give the Yankees a thrashing on the upper valley at Port Republic and Cross Keys.

On Sunday, we walked part of the Devil Track River, Superior Hiking Trail in our hiking boots. We did well until the last hill it was deep and no one had ventured it until we did. There was no use negotiating the climb as it would mean climbing on our hands and knees in 3 foot snow sinking continually. We turned back after trying for 15 minutes. On the way back, we slid down some slopes. It seemed easier to do that than risk a slip and not controlled slide. On the last slope I was going way too fast and hit a bump and strained my back. My poor back, it was the same injury or felt like it, as I had a year ago. I was in pain. When we got back to our cabin I iced it, streched it, and had K massage it. She does not know how to massage. She tries and wants to but she just doesn't have the skill. She is just rough and ready treating the muscles like they were something else. I was bouncing on the bed from her ministrations. God bless her. She tries but my god she is a not a sensualist. We went out to listen to music at the Gunflint Tavern and have some dinner. We had their veggie pizza. Excellent!!! I had a couple of Summit Oatmeal stouts, medicinally taken.

Monday, I stayed in and made a nice veggie curry stew with baked apples for dessert. K went skiing along the shore and was out for over an hour. I read my book, Shenandoah 1862 and played my chanter to nail down some tunes. We played scrabble, cards, listened to music ate. I stretched my back. K read Bill Bryson's book 'Neither Here Nor There'. I looked at it and it is the usual Bill Bryson, lots of humor and interesting facts put together in a great volume.

Tuesday, packing up and getting ready for the journay home. We stopped in at the Ben Franklin in Grand Marais and K bought some very warm mittens. I bought Bananagrams for Jeanne's b-day. It was nasty and snwoing when we left Grand Marais but not enough to call in and say we are stuck up North. I can't image K ever doing that though. We stopped in at Fitger's on the way back. K had a Smoked lake Trout wrap and I the fungus burger. We also picked up beer courtesy of the lads for our cellar at home. It was a good trip.

When I arrived home, Brent told me he was going in for surgery the next day, hip replacement surgery. So I went over to his place to hear him piss and moan about everything but mostly to allay his fears about his surgery and help him to order his place. What a fucking mess! What is it about single guys and housekeeping. They need mothers and/or a spouse but they are the biggest slobs and there is no excuse. I am wandering so time to sign off.