Da Fest

It is once again Blues Fest time in Duluth. This annual event has turned into a time when our family gathers in a mini family reunion with all of the in laws and outlaws who can make it, showing up for a multi-day infusion of the blues in all of its various flavors. The crowd basks in the sun, drinking questionable beer, eating decidedly unhealthy treats (like hand dipped, deep fried cheese curds - actually quite yummy) as they watch the big ships drift by carrying the stuff that keeps our economy rolling.

Some even dance. Like this young lady below, though I think she could have found a feistier partner.

From here, we will travel a few miles east into the heart of northern Wisconsin to one of the premier trout streams in America - the Brule River. There we will spend a week at the cabin of an old friend and relax before returning home for the big packing push that will see both kids out the door and onto their respective educational paths for the next year.

I'll try to post from the cabin, but that will mean a trip into town in search of a WIFI connection. See you later.