The drive this morning from Ashland took me near the Brule River and there was just the smallest amount of color in the trees, but we're definitely a couple of weeks from full color. What an odd year: terrible spring, indifferent summer, and now a late fall.
When I got to Superior, it was interesting to note that absolutely nothing looked familiar. I realize that it's been 40 years since I lived here, and then only for a short time, but it was as though I had never been here at all. All in all, Superior is definitely the poor relation compared to Duluth, but it appears that the downtown area of Superior is undergoing major renovations to restore the storefronts and buildings to former glory. Perhaps it will be a beautiful community again at some point.
Oh, and by the way, I did drive around the area called Congdon Road near Brule thinking that maybe I'd stumble on the summer 'cottage' used by Elisabeth Congdon. No such luck. I'm not even sure I was in the right neighborhood. Drove down a driveway just to check it out and surprised a nice gentleman who was getting ready to go fly fishing. I just told him I was looking for a Boy Scout camp.
Oh, and by the way, I did drive around the area called Congdon Road near Brule thinking that maybe I'd stumble on the summer 'cottage' used by Elisabeth Congdon. No such luck. I'm not even sure I was in the right neighborhood. Drove down a driveway just to check it out and surprised a nice gentleman who was getting ready to go fly fishing. I just told him I was looking for a Boy Scout camp.
The lovely Ellery House in Duluth |
The Thomas Wahl room where I can see Lake Superior from the window |
My delicious home cooked breakfast served in my room |
I should have plenty of time to catch up on my blogs tonight -- there are no TVs anywhere in the house!
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