4:25am. January 30th. Alarm goes off.
By 5:00am we were on the road! Jon and I had planned to go up to Split Rock for some fatbiking for a while and the day was finally here. The night before we got all of our gear ready and loaded up. We wanted to be sure to find the perfect camping spot, which is why we jumped in the car hours before sunrise.
The sun was rising as we rolled into Duluth and we were absolutely delighted by the gorgeous views that welcomed us. Gold with streaks of pink and red. We tried to savor all of it, but setting up our camp was top priority. Because once that was done, it would be time to hit the trails on our bikes!
There were so many very beautiful things to see and touch. Everything was covered in ice. It made the scenery magical and gave us a lot to play with right around camp. It was easy to get distracted for quite a while before heading out to ride. But once we did- holy moly! It was the perfect thing to do. There was so much to take in and the trails were nice and wide. We decided to venture up, up, up. Which led us to the most magnificent views.
We spent the rest of the day playing and riding around. Making food and getting deep in touch with nature. That night I got comfy and Jon had a blast with night time photography. Everything felt amazing and right. It's funny how spending just one whole day outside can do that. One whole day. If you haven't tried it, please do. That much fresh air will sooth your soul.
The next morning I woke up nice and early to catch the sunrise. It did not disappoint and we were very lucky with the lack of clouds. Did I mention- we lucked out on the weather for this trip. It felt like spring and was almost always very sunny. Mother Nature wanted us to have a kickass time. That much was clear. She is a generous hostess.
The picture above was taken on my one-mile bathroom run around 6:55am. A nice thing about this area is that they have an outhouse about every mile, because there is a giant trail that runs through. I didn't always take advantage of it, but most of the time I'd bike/run/walk a mile for that luxury :) On my way back from the amazing outhouse, the view had changed quite a bit.
We sat together on an old frozen driftwood log for a very long time. Watching the sky transform. Sometimes silent and sometimes talking about life. It's extremely easy to be open and vulnerable and honest in this type of situation. Really, there is no other way. When you're living simply, things are just easier. And everything is art. Especially the things in life that we cannot control and that are wild.
And of course, as per tradition, we stopped at the Duluth Grill on the way home. We both had the Waabooz omelet (yasss, rabbit...soft and tasty...) with curried kale. And so much coffee. Life is good.