2018

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Chitown Part Two

Quick recap of our Chicago trip back in June here! And jumping back in from the start, one of the hallmarks of the city were the elevated tracks. I found them really annoying, though, as they blocked a lot of light, making the city feel dark and pigeon-laden. Still, the city shone in other ways! Some highlights from around the city included (in no particular order) . . . a visit to the Restoration Hardware Gallery, which was a bit like a hotel, without overnight guests, popsicles and GF…

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Weekending in the Windy City

As I write from the roof on a clear September day (clearly, a few days late posting!), grateful for the break at last from heavy, moist air, watching jetskiers dart over the evening waves lit with twilight below our rooftop, I'm reminded of the same clear air in Chicago when we visited in June. How's that for a random intro connection? But still, what I remember most fondly about the trip was what a relief it felt after the summer in NYC blazed upon us. 2018 has been a fun year of filling in…

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Tettegouche!

Summer Camp Part 2 here; for the beginning of this trip, you can read about our trip to northern Minnesota's beginning here. Our destination for Day 2 in the North Shore was the northernest part of the shore: the town of Grand Marais.  About a 2 hour drive farther north than we stayed, we set out for this quirky town. We had lunch at the most popular joint in town, The Crooked Spoon, shopped around in a few galleries,  walked down by the water, and headed toward our next hike! Walk…

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The North Shore

This summer has been unusual in that we've traveled every month, but mostly in the States--we're saving up our long international trip for the autumn (ah, can't wait!). We have quite a few little trips to share here, but this was definitely one of the highlights of the summer.  Each summer, we are treated to blissful lake time right at Walker's parents' lake house near the Twin Cities, but since they are having construction there now, they kindly took us on a bit of a road trip!  It…

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Going to Fair Scarborough, Maine

Walker headed back to NYC after a lovely long weekend with me in Maine, and my parents kindly let me stay the rest of the week with them in their hotel suite.  Thought I would share my unedited iPhone photos of some of our adventures, because pretty much everything we did was beautiful and worth a visit, too! First up, the Back Cove Trail right in Portland. My dad ran it most mornings, but took a break to walk it with me. I loved the marsh grasses and cranes (herons?), thin and elegant.…

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A Short Time in Portland

Walker and I have been together 8 years, which actually reminds me that this blog is about that old as well! Happy blogiversary! As an early celebration, we skipped away from the family for a night alone in Portland two weeks ago. Portland is one of my favorite small cities, whose cobbles and local shops mirror Brooklyn, but whose buoys and coastal island views far surpass our garbage barges and skyscraper vista. We had planned to stay elsewhere, but in a moment of inspiration, I checked online…

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Getting into the (Marsh) Weeds

Now that I've waxed, and waned, nostalgic for Maine, I can stop. Or keep going? Ok, fine. Since we were staying in Scarborough, close to my cousin's wedding destination, I searched around for some things a bit outside Portland for this part of the trip. Growing up, we'd driven through the Scarborough Audubon Center marshes each year on our annual pilgrimage to The Clambake (a place that still haunts me with seagull swoops where patrons feed them leftovers), but hadn't been back for years. …

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The Maine Event

Look at us, Dad: a post on Maine only a few weeks later! (Yes, we still have not posted photos from our Bar Harbor trip last year. We have to take small victories where we can find them.) Nearly each year, I long for the cooler breezes of Maine when the summer starts to rot over the city like a smushed tomato. I know how this feels because not only did it feel like 103 today, but a tomato from our farm box smashed all over my dress.  But seriously, that moment of arriving and the tang of…