Scott had to work this weekend, which kept us home for once. Seeing as this is my first summer in 8 years that I don't have to work weekends I couldn't just stay home. She just can't. Sorry Minneapolis friends.
After we dropped Meadow off at school on Friday morning I made some last second plans to camp in southern Minnesota this weekend. Once we picked up Meadow we headed towards Red Wing. Red Wing Brewing has some really great pizza. The crust is something special. So we stopped there for dinner. Getting back to pre-COVID life is a bit strange, but we're getting used to it.
After work I decided to drive up to Duluth to visit my little brother Blake. Scott would have come with me if he didn't have to work. Like most streets in Duluth he lives on a steep hill. I couldn't remember how to park on a hill so I copied the car in front of me. He gave me a tour of his house and when we were in his backyard I heard rushing water. There was a trail and some woods that we followed down a hill to Chester Creek. I had no idea he lived so close to a park. Or a waterfall. We walked a ways to find an old ski jump. Blake said he climbed it when he first moved here and a month later the city took the stairs down. The ski lift is still in use for sledding. Walking back to his house we passed another ski jump. Back when this was first built it was the tallest in the world. During World War II 50 feet was taken off the top to give to the war effort. The reason I came to visit Blake was mainly