Why would we drive almost three hours to spend just 90 minutes in Duluth? This story is a classic example of vacation life with the kids. It was a memory, that’s for sure.
90 Minutes in Duluth
Phil and I decided that we would venture out from our remote cabin in Northern Minnesota and make our way to Duluth. What we thought would be a two hour trip, turned into a little over three hour trek through 2-lane, super-curvy roads. We were only able to go 40 miles per hour max for much of the way.
When we got to Duluth, we wanted to:
- Eat at Grandma’s
- See Lake Superior in the Spring
- Walk along the water in Canal Park
- Maybe catch a movie
We ate at Grandma’s. Check.
We caught a glimpse of the Lake. Check.
We walked to Canal Park where Johnny promptly stepped in a huge puddle up to his shins. Let me add that it was an ice cold puddle which he thought was frozen in his brand new tennis shoes.
Pick up child with sopping wet shoes and jeans. Check.
Get everyone back in car while I strip John of shoes, socks and jeans. Check.
Finally use three of the blankets I always keep in the car. Check.
Drive back to remote cabin even more slowly now that deer are on the roadway at night. Check.
That accounts for our 90 minutes in Duluth.
Here’s a quick snapshot of all four, dry, kids right before that meddlesome puddle…