After a full night of deep sleep and stormy dreams (thanks, tornado sirens), Kenobi and I slept in until after 9 a.m., which may be a record on this trip. We woke up slow and happy, the sun already high and the skies perfectly clear—a true Minneapolis summer morning. We made our way to Rustica Bakery, because... Continue Reading →
A Full Day of Hiking in Niagara Falls
After a great night's sleep, we were ready for a full day of hiking. We started out on the path that leads to Niagara Falls National Park, walked right past all of the attractions that say, "No dogs allowed," and kept heading up along the river to the Gorge Trails. This was hiking! We grabbed... Continue Reading →
Day One at the Falls
Our first day out, we walked to Niagara Falls National Park. It's about an eight-minute walk from the Hanover House. We wandered the entire walking trail on the U.S. Side. Not much of a hike, but a really nice walk. We started around Goat Island, ventured out across Three Sister's Islands and back, and continued... Continue Reading →
Happy Anniversary!
As of yesterday, Kenobi and I have been together for one year. It's been quite a year with paw cuts, allergic reactions, new territory, many friends, and a couple not-so-friendly encounters, but overall a wonderful year with happiness and warmth. Kenobi makes friends everywhere he goes, and people are always asking to pet him. Small... Continue Reading →
“They shouldn’t be allowed in the city.”
During the week, Kenobi and I walk early every morning and every evening when I get home from work. We come into contact with friendly people walking dogs in the a.m., and seem to be confronted with less-than-firendly people in the afternoon. Not all of the people, you understand, but there do seem to be... Continue Reading →
Complications
Examining the maps, deciding how far to go each day, what to see and do, where to sleep, food . . . When will I do laundry? How much clothing to pack, locations of laundries, the price (coin vs. card), only the necessities, please. I like to travel light. But that's not complicated, really. No... Continue Reading →
What does my graduate degree have to do with it?
On our evening walk to the park, we passed a man who asked me if I was going to Columbia University. (I was wearing my Columbia sweatshirt.) I told him that I did. He sort-of hummed and hawed something about how that had to do with living NYC, and how odd it was that someone... Continue Reading →
On the Trails with Kenobi 