This is Rachel and me on the Gitche Gumee trail at Gooseberry Falls State Park. Believe it or not, this is a full circle moment because the first photo I ever saw of this particular sister was taken at Gooseberry Falls State Park when she was 11 years old. Now she's #30, so that was 19 years ago.
It's a lot to think about.
In any case, we've had an epic Duluth day that included a tour of the famed Glensheen mansion. At this particular mansion, the adopted daughter of one of the residents smothered her in her sleep. It's always the adopted kids who turn out to be murderous, it seems like. Rachel and I laughed our heads off when the ticket seller explained that the murderess was, in fact, adopted. "I'm the adopted daughter in our family," I explained.
"Oh," said the ticket seller. I thought about explaining that I'm not actually murderous, but the whole thing was getting too weird.
In any case, we saw the room where the sociopathic adoptee struck. And later we're having a cheese plate and some prosecco. This is the best trip ever.