What? Another North Shore Trip? (Part II)

We awoke early the following morning and sped with great dispatch to the Canadian border, eh?  We had overnighted at the Grand Portage casino where certain members of our party blithely gambled away their $5.00 starter fund, a gift from the establishment.  I, being above such things, repaired to my room for a nap.  [Historical footnote:  Casinos in Minnesota, and in most states, are located on reservations.  Reservations are the natural habitat of Native Americans – and reservations are suggested to stay at their casinos.  When Europeans first came to America (of course, it wasn’t called America then – it was called Texas) they were astonished to find a native population already here and living on casino-laden reservations!  So while European-American history often suggests that Goldman Sachs stole Manhattan from the Native Americans for a mere $24 in trinkets, much of the European-American fortune was eventually lost back at the gaming tables.]  [Hysterical footnote:  I just happened to notice that today’s Minneapolis StarTribune contained obituaries for ELEVEN people who were my age or younger.  The new high school and the Broadway renovation are scheduled for completion in three years.  Is there any way we can speed up that process?  I’d really like to see them!]

[We circled past the border guards where someone allegedly called out, “Hey, hockey puck!”]

We arrived at Grand Portage State Park.  We were the first car in the parking lot.  It was another perfect day – and we had the place all to ourselves!  We stopped in the information center – and then headed out the back door for the half-mile walk to High Falls, the highest waterfall in the state.  It is on the Pigeon River, which is the boundary between the U.S. and Canada.  The colors along the trail were colorful . . . duh, and we took some panoramic photos at the falls where one can see Canada and Superior – and on this day, Ruthie and Anne and Bill.

We hope you have enjoyed your visit to Grand Portage State Park! 🙂

We headed south from Grand Portage and soon came upon this overlook that was still so close to Canada one could smell the caribou stew wafting across the beautiful morning air of Lake Superior.  We felt like interlopers – from the blond woman in the white coat (probably in a red T-bird convertible – shades of “American Graffiti”?) who was there first and we did not want to interrupt her reverie, to the fact that this site was not yet open.  But we breeched the barrier (not clear if this was an old overlook under renovation or a new one) and it was quite spectacular.

Up next?  Something else.  And an answer to the burning question – whatever happened to the old front door?

[Dangerous Dan keeps an eye on us from the far reaches of SAWA.]

[Editor’s note:  Always, always lead with your best reviews –

Tom, Tom, Tom. I howled through your blog.    Please stay healthy, OK? ~ Crazy Dave

As always very entertaining reading! I haven’t had as much time to keep up with all of your blogs but I know this winter I’ll have more opportunities to go back and enjoy the ones I’ve missed.  Are you taking these photos with your new camera? How do you like it? ~ Sue

Dear Tom and Ruth, Thanks for sending the beautiful pix.  We Colorado folks have gorgeous aspen trees turning color and waving with the wind but we get very little red so really enjoyed yours.   I cried a little bit when I saw John, Natalia, and you. ~ Love, Aunt Pearl

You always were in love with Dorothy Provine. ~ Rosie

Dorothy Provine was a favorite of mine as well.  I remember her in a most forgettable television series set sometime in the Roaring Twenties.  The show probably ran longer than it should have due to the fact that she out-booped Betty Boop.  By the by, we too were up on the North Shore last week.  We found the best leaf viewing was not there, however, but between here and Brainard, and along Highway No. 1 between Ilgen City and Ely.  Skipped the pasties, but pigged out on the walleye at the Angry Trout and the bouillabaisse at Chez Jude in Grand Marais. ~ Jim

Community ed is hosting a series of classes about “Everyone Has a Story.”  The first author noted the importance of the book cover for marketing purposes – it should be in color!  Ruthie picked up a book entitled Naked Came the Manatee while on our trip.  I think “naked” is also an important title word for marketing purposes.  Ergo, the title of this blog story shall be, “Grand Portage, Naked and in Living Color!”]

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The Journey Begins Thanks for joining me! This is the follow-up to the original, “alexandriacardinals.wordpress.com,” which overwhelmed the system’s ability to handle it any more. Thus, this is “Part 2.” As the original was initially described: 10-26-07-4 “It all began in a 5,000 watt radio station in Fresno, California” . . . wait a minute, that was Ted Baxter on the Mary Tyler Moore Show! Let’s see . . . oh yeah, it all began in 2003 when retirees, i.e., old people, in Alexandria, Minnesota, who had no desire to become snow birds, went looking for mid-winter entertainment here in the frozen tundra of West Central Minnesota. We discovered girls’ high school hockey, fell in love immediately, and it remains our favorite spectator sport to this day. Initially, and for several years, reports on these games were e-mailed to those who were actually snowbirds but wanted to keep abreast of things “back home.” It was ultimately decided a blog would be more efficient, and it evolved into a personal diary of many things that attracts tens of readers on occasion. It remains a source of personal mental therapy and has yet to elicit any lawsuits. ~ The Editor, May 9, 2014 p.s. The photo border around the blog is the Cardinal girls’ hockey team after just beating Breck for the state championship in 2008. It’s of the all-tournament team. The visible Breck player on the left is Milica McMillen, then an 8th-grader – she is now an All-American for the Gophers. The Roseau player in the stocking cap I believe is Mary Loken, who went on to play for UND; and the Cardinal player on the right, No. 3, is Abby Williams, the player we blame most for making us girls’ hockey fans who went on to play for Bemidji State. *********************************************************************************** Photos contained herein are available for personal use. All you have to do is double click on any of the photos and they will become full screen size. You can then save them into your personal “My Pictures” file. They make lovely parting or hostess gifts, or holiday gifts for such as Uncle Ernie who wants to see how his grand niece is doing on the hockey team. If any are sold for personal profit, however, to, for example, the Audubon Society, National Geographic, Sven’s Home Workshop Monthly, Curling By The Numbers, or the World Wrestling Federation, I only request that you make a donation to the charitable organization of your choice. You have two hours and fifteen minutes. Pencils ready? Begin! **********************************************************************************
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