Quick trip

No, I didn't stumble. At least that is not what this is about. It was my brother's turn for a biopsy, so I went to the Twin Cities to accompany him to the procedure. It was pretty uneventful, fortunately and I got a few errands done. For example, I cashed in my enormous pile of gold stuff. Yes, I am being facetious here. I haven't worn my high school class ring since she took it off over 40 years ago. There were a couple of other odds and ends that I am no longer sentimental about so I decided to cash it in for a future trip to Europe, probably accompanied by the aforementioned brother. If you remember this post where I learned the monetary value of gold, you won't believe that I found a refiner that would buy from the general public. It more than covered the expenses of the trip. So I got much closer to the actual value of the metal by avoiding the middle man.

I took my camera and a "new" old lens I bought off ebay for about $35. I took a slow trip home and stopped at a rest area and found this:

 I thought I wasn't in a hurry, but I didn't think it was "lumbering".  So I get through Duluth and pull off at Brighton Beach. Not much sand, but what's in a name? I looked back toward Duluth and it looked like this:

Stopped by the Beaver River which was still frozen, but there were a few folks hangin' out at the beach.

Before you get to Grand Marais there is a sharp bend in the road and the rock referred to locally as the "rock cut". From there you can see Coast Guard point or Artist's Point jutting out from town into the lake forming the harbor.

 Right before I turn up the hill to go home, after driving along the lake for about 120 miles, is another part of the shore near Five Mile Rock, which is, you know, five miles from town. A lot of people stop here to do some beach combing for driftwood and agates and anything else of interest to drag home. It is part of my daily drive to work. Sure beats the hell out of rush hour in the city.

A few miles later I was back on the farm.