Sunday  breakfast doens't get much simpler than fried eggs, bacon and chocolate banana bread.

With no visitors and no plans for the weekend Scott suggested we head back up to Duluth one last time for the summer. What we should have done was checked the weather first. It was going to be the coolest weekend of the summer. So much for getting to go to the beach. 

After breakfast Scott had to run an errand. Meadow has been picking out her clothes lately. I ask what she wants to wear and she will say dress or shorts. I asked what dress and she said butterfly. 

We had planned on going camping again, but hadn't decided where to go when some Northside friends invited us to join them at Father Hennepin State Park. That's the Father Hennepin Park on the southern tip of Lake Mille Lacs and not the park along the river in Minneapolis.

This seems to be the summer of camping.

My parents always like coming up for the Aquatennial Fireworks . I assumed they wouldn't this year since they already came up in May. My mom had the weekend off and came up anyway. My dad had to work so she brought my sister Brittany and our niece Marina. When they arrived they were just in time for Grandma Lungwitz's famed Rhubarb Pie. The recipe that is. Brooke baked it of course. My mom kept commenting on how Meadow needed a bath. Okay, okay we will give her a bath. We thought she would have more fun if Marina took one with her. At first neither of the girls wanted to go in then they had a blast. I helped curate a photography retrospective for this year's FLOW Northside Art Crawl . I thought I'd take Gail and the crew. Marina and Brittany decided to nap instead. We decided to walk down Broadway stopping along the way, then take the bus back later. The block that got wiped out from the tornado back in 2011 is finally getting a new ...