Dateline: Duluth
And just as it starts to get REALLY cold. It was down to about minus 20 F last night, and I was sorta worried my truck wouldn't start, but it did. Good truck.
It's beautiful here – the lake is a hazy, steamy blue – surprisingly liquid despite the temperature and season. The are several feet of snow on the ground. Maybe I really would consider living here. Except that it's such a smallish city.
So tonight I'll be heading back down to St Paul, and supposedly Mark and Amy want to go to Mary Chittenden's "moving to California" party tonight. How ironic – considering my own thoughts of wanting to move to Minnesota. Mary was someone who was a fixture during my tenure at the 1808 Portland Ave, where I roomed with Mark, Bob, Ken, and other despicables. Long-time, no-see. A ver.
I got the truck stuck in a snowbank last night, trying to park at the motel (downtownish, 2nd @ 2nd approx). A good samaritan in a beater pickup used a tow-rope to yank me out – he entered and exited his truck "dukes of hazard" style – through the window. I guess the door didn't work. Overall, it was an entertaining yet frigid experience.