This week, I was going to write about golf. But last week I was treated to a wild reality check. Really gave me some perspective.
I was sent on a mission to put up posters for our super sweet beer festival next month. A totally noble cause–any PR I can do in the name of beer is all in a days’ work, know what I mean?
However, the mission location was the Twin Cities. This was a mission behind enemy lines.
Don’t get me wrong, I love Minnesota and the Twin Cities are very cool. It’s a pretty happenin’ metropolis, without a doubt. But to a guy that’s spent the last couple years on the North Shore, it’s also a pretty wild ride.
First of all, there’s lanes of traffic. Second of all, there’s traffic. I almost forgot what it was like! Up here, I typically share the road with deer and the occasional fox, not other cars.
At first, it was sort of exciting: the hustle and bustle of people, the stacked skyscrapers, the Pizza Huts. But by Hour 5, I was ready to bolt back to the North Shore.
How lucky I am to live up here is a theme I’ve explored at great length in the short run of this blog, but spending the whole day in the Cities really cemented it. I don’t want to bash the Cities by any means–Minnesota, on the whole, still equals cool in my book.
Having said that, I can see why so many of the visitors checking into my resort are from the Cities.
Lutsen really offers an exotic taste for people on vacation. We have the same stuff to do up here, but with just a hint of the extreme.
We don’t have marathons, we have Trail Races. Going for a jog takes on a whole new meaning when you’re barreling down a narrow dirt trail, surrounded by trees, inches away from a rushing river.
And we don’t just bike either. Ever hear of the Lutsen 99er? It’s coming up this weekend. Now that’s hardcore.
(Hey, what do you know? I found a way to work golf in after all.)
But you don’t have to be into a sport to get a kick out of visiting the North Shore. Even doing some of those everyday activities, like s’mores at a bonfire, can be more extreme with a mountain in the background.
I don’t want to come off as an elitist or anything, I just want you to know how grateful I am to be here. I know I’m lucky–and I want you to feel lucky too, even if it’s only for a weekend. After all, everything’s better with a mountain.
I’ve seen your commute. You should check out mine.
But be warned, it’s kind of addicting.