Steve made this loaf of bread. With this recipe. Incredibly easy.
Two weeks ago we found a kitten on our family farm in Illinois. Thinking it was a boy, we promptly named it Clyde. When we found him, he was emaciated, had cuts on his face, had a cold, had dirty ears and fleas, missed his mama, had a limp, and was generally a wreck. But we’ve (by we, I mean mostly Steve’s mom, since we’re working and are only at the farm a few days this month) been nursing him back to health. We confirmed last week that he’s a boy, about 8-12 weeks old, and aside from the fleas and the cold, is in for a happy life! We’re currently on a mission to get my mom in Colorado to adopt him. Here are some gratuitous kitten shots.
We’ve worked in 13 states and ridden in 20 so far this year, adding Minnesota to this list this past weekend. You can imagine that we see every imaginable landscape through our travels and we happen to find natural beauty and value in all of them – even across I-70 through Kansas, or in the swampy bogs of Louisiana. We didn’t have to try hard to find natural splendor in Grand Marais. Talk about scenery: grandiose vistas over sea-like Lake Superior, paper birches and pines that frame every panorama, glacial water bodies begging for a quick dip of your gams, giant ferns and their tightly clenched fronds littering Technicolor-green meadows, and water that meanders through it all. A place where you’d expect singletrack trails, naturally. But the main recreation opportunities in this northeast section of Minnesota involve water: canoeing the Boundary Waters, sailing Lake Superior, kayaking the waterways that feed