Yesterday, we headed north, up Interstate 35 to Duluth and points to the north. I winterized the beehives that are north of Duluth, and then we headed east to highway 61.  Through Two Harbors, we arrived at Gooseberry Falls State Park. The park is almost always empty during the winter months; the occasional hiker or random snowshoer might be seen.

The sky was overcast and there was a brisk wind off the lake.  The lake, particularly during the winter, gives me solace – at least for a moment.

Sounds of Winter: Walking on snow, jingling of our dog’s tags, and the rush of Lake Superior.