Happiness. It's relative.
Up ahead, we saw four Border Patrol SUV’s parked on either side of Minnesota Highway 61, lights flashing, officers standing nearby. We were headed into Grand Portage, only six miles from the Canadian border, to watch sled dog teams competing in the Beargrease Marathon… Continue Reading “Beargrease #3”
A year ago, I wouldn’t have worn the skirt or the boots, especially the boots. They’d have been too extreme for me, too unusual and different. Flamboyant. Other people would wear boots like that. I wouldn’t. And the skirt over my jeans. Seriously. A… Continue Reading “Beargrease #2”
At the risk of looking, as Cher would put it, like a sister wife, I bought and intend to wear an insulated black skirt with my parka and mukluks tomorrow. The locals in their Carhartt overalls might snicker but I’m going for it. Tomorrow… Continue Reading “Beargrease #1”
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