Primal Wilderness Rambling From Minnesota

A gloomy fog was creeping down from the North, as I drove up from the South on highway 61. My morning began in Duluth with a clear and beautiful October day. The changing of seasons was visible on every tree. The previous night had been chilly, but “there’s nothing else like fall in Minnesota,” I found myself saying and believing.

I was living in Saint Paul, three hours South of here, but had to get away. I needed to escape the monotony. I’m not one for staying put too long, plus I’d...