Grand Marais is a teeny little town in northern Minnesota on the shore of Lake Superior. Even in the summer, the water can be bitter cold. But the lake is a beautiful, clear blue and the beaches are red, blue, and white rocks, mostly worn smooth from the waves.
2,000 people live up here, but even though it's small in numbers it’s still the biggest town you’ll find anywhere in the area for hours. In the summertime, lots of people come to visit from the bigger cities to the south, Duluth and Minneapolis especially. It’s a unique and quirky place, home of the World’s Best Donuts and the gateway to wilderness areas like the Boundary Waters, that’s about an hour’s drive away.
There are little shops, galleries and cafés along Main street. Everything is mostly concentrated in a two-street radius overlooking the Marina. The Angry Trout is a landmark here, one of the original restaurants serving fresh fish right from the lake.
The folks who live out here are tough enough to survive -60 degree winters, but the weather in the summertime is fine and the nature around here is stunning.
The dust and heat of the dessert were heavy, oppressive as we sped south in the car. I was immobilized in the passenger seat and Remi, more highly functional in the hot weather, was pretty much solo-piloting our southward road trip. Passing the border in Tijuana, things didn’t cool off much as we headed south down Baja California. The relentless movement of it: what were we running from? Or running to?
Things are in season, fresh, local. The vendors themselves are almost as colorful as their veggies, young and old. People from all over the place live in the city, and the accents you’ll hear are, like in much of the city, diverse.
I wanted to put down my bags (at least for a little bit), stop bopping around and feel at home, to create a space for myself. I searched and searched: for months it felt like I would never find what I was looking for!
A secret garden open to all in the midst of the urban jungle of Mexico City. Collectivity, cats, fresh produce for sale, good vibes and clean air.
From the ground, it’s easy enough to miss it entirely at first, but eventually the skyscrapers will draw your gaze upwards, and you’ll inevitably notice the sprigs of greenery sprouting above you in the midst of the concrete jungle. This is Highline, a 3-mile long park that’s been strung up so cleverly from the heights of the city.
A place of calm, artwork and introspection in the never-ending activity of one of the world's most iconic cities.
The World's Best Donuts, clear and cold waters, Lake Superior, and far-north living
Expansive wilderness areas, wild blueberries, canoe trips that last for an un-predetermined amount of time, pure nature, baby loons & more mosquitos than you'd ever hope to meet
If you head south from Ticonderoga towards the middle of Lake George, just off the shore there are a string of islands that are part of a public state park. In many parts of the lake the water is deeper than you can see, but here it becomes shallow and you can swim between the islands in the sheltered water.
Tucked in between a little pond and some sprawling farm fields is Wood’s Market Garden, just south of Brandon, VT, on Route 7. This is one of my favorite places for fresh food, especially in the summer months when everything is drenched in sunshine and tomatoes taste like the way nature meant for sweets to be.