Presiding over my office is a set of antlers from a whitetail buck my father killed north of Two Harbors in 1963. Exceptionally wide and symmetrical, the 10-point rack has set a high bar for me.
If a reintroduction effort in the 1990s hadn’t been scuttled, northern Minnesota would now be home to many sleighs’ worth of reindeer.
I'm not sure what arrived first, the fishing line or the fever. A few days ago, I noticed my preparations for the coming spring are well under way.
Deane Morrison is a science writer at the University of Minnesota, where she authors the Minnesota Starwatch column.
There once was a saying in northern Minnesota that tourist towns "rolled up the sidewalks after Labor Day," because tourism came to a grinding halt once school began in September.
Buck chatted recently with seasonal residents John & Maddy MacIndoe, just back from a National Geographic excursion to Antarctica for their 40th anniversary. They shared wonderful stories about all they saw, including penguins, whales, and much more.
If you head south from Duluth on State Highway 23, you pass through a tiny corner of Wisconsin. Crossing the St.