And then he turned into a pumpkin and rolled away…

Thursday, Feb. 2
January In Duluth Closing Party w/ Adam Carr - 8-10PM
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All those bridges that I normally consider too dangerous to jump off of into rivers -- I'd probably give those a shot.

But in general the best days in Duluth start without a plan.

A nice long walk in Lester Park with the wife and the Golden Retriever.  Dinner at Nokomis.  Sit in front of the fireplace with a nice bottle of wine and the family (see above plus the old cat).

Head to Duluth Grill for cinnamon roll french toast (with butter and powdered sugar), then go home to cuddle with pets & boyfriend, and drink the last of the fine meade I have sitting in the basement.

A walk from Sky Harbor to the end (through the woods and dunes) with my darling. While hanging my toes off the pier (and sitting in gull poop), enjoying some smoked Lake Superior Whitefish and homemade bread with that ultra-creamy cheese from the Smokehouse. A barefoot walk back to Sky Harbor on the beach (of, course, it's summer, so along the way I strip to nothing and swim halfway back). Once back at Sky Harbor, we steal a plane and do loops under the High Bridge. Landing back at Sky Harbor, we are picked up by a horse carriage, and take a two-hour ride to the Scenic (drinking a bottle of fine red along the way). At the Scenic, while enjoying the finest service and a tender steak, a triple rainbow appears over the South Shore. After dessert (morel reduction ensconced in white truffles surrounded by dark chocolate) we retire to the shoreline. My darling recites Blake while rubbing my temples, and a lake trout breaches the waves and sings lullabies. Then I drift into the eternal ether.

What do I win?

Wake up early, have some coffee, watch the sunrise and make pancakes.

Zra,

Isn't that what you do EveryDay? You win.

Ski at Magney, ski at Lester, drink beer, I think.  True, there isn't much snow, but it's not like I'd care if my skis got scratched up.

What the hell... group lake plunge... 11:58pm... just off of 21st Ave E... 

Why wouldn't you?

Vicarious...

Close. On a normal day, I wake up early, have some coffee, watch the sun rise over the lake ... then go to work and roast coffee.

I'd like my last meal to be pancakes.

Everybody -- wonderful plans so far. I'll work bits of pieces into the day.

Vicarious -- you win an honorary badge of rapture-preparedness from the January in Duluth apocalyptic issues board.

Rich -- not a terrible idea. Well, maybe a terrible idea due to my persisting illness, but that sounds like a pretty good flourish.

Too much about water and landscape here. What makes Duluth awesome is the people who resist a landscape that, to be frank, would kill us slowly and blisteringly if it could in a subzero night and make this place into something more.  You've caught that on your blog so far, Adam, don't fall back into "lake pretty" at the end.

This question makes me sad and content at the same time. That's the beauty of Duluth, not a day goes by that I take it for granted. I would greet the morning as the sun rose over the lake. Take a dip in the Great Lake to remind me of my smallness. Then I would spend the day running the trails, jumping over rocks and crashing through streams. I would watch the last drops of sunlight fade over the hill before gathering with all the amazing people I love at a favorite local haunt for good food, good music and good beer made from the lake I began the day in. Lastly, I would curl up in my cozy home nestled in the hills of West Duluth with my hubby & animals.

I would desperately search for ways to avert my impending death.

I'd watch the sun rise over Lake Superior from Canal Park, then go have breakfast and read the newspapers at Caribou Coffee. I'd then meander through the city -- walk the entire length of Chester Creek, from the Bowl down to 4th Street, and then go biking along Skyline. I'd continue the bike ride along the Lake, from Park Point to Brighton Beach, as much of it along the Lakewalk and the Extension as possible. Then dinner at Chester Creek Cafe, where "everyone knows my name." Maybe throw a big farewell party at my house afterwards, invite the people in Duluth I would like to see before I head off to that great bookstore in the sky.

+1 Ramos.

rhetoricguy - I need to steal your comment for my artist statement.

Sjixxxy -- fair warning, I was called "art school pretentious" on an earlier thread.

I'm following Ramos's plan on this one.  Although I would be accompanied by lots and lots of wine.  Just in case things....didn't work out.