As we finished up our wonderful treats, we decided to continue on down to Duluth. Choosing the scenic route, we traveled along hwy 61, humbled by the mighty Lake Superior. While the deepest blue stretched out before us, my children became inspired. “How deep is the lake”, my youngest son asked. “Do sharks live in there”, he continued with the most serious expression. We talked about history, geography and tales of tragedy as the landscape flashed by our windows.
Before we knew it, we were there, Duluth Minnesota. First we spent some time touring this historic town. From Fitgers Inn on Superior Street down to Canal Park, the echoes of yesterday could be felt all around us. Duluth Minnesota is such a beautiful town with carved stone buildings and endless ore docks teaming with activity. One thing that’s sometimes hidden by this cold and rugged beauty is the warmth of the people who live here.
We continued on, to our planned activity. It was time to enjoy the carnival in Canal Park. As we pulled into the park, my children began to sparkle with excitement. “Let’s stop real quick and check our bank account, I want to make sure that everything has gone through”, my wife said in her usual tone of practicality. The moment she emerged from the bank I could see that something was wrong. “The rent check went in early and so did the insurance and now the account is a mess with several things outstanding”, she said with a confused look in her eye. After ten minutes of intense discussion it became clear that we were broke. We strive to live within our means and avoid all forms of credit. This system works well for us but when times like this arise, we're left with no options. “Boys, I have some bad news for you guys”, I said in embarrassment, “Money is tight right now and we’ll have to wait until next time to go to the carnival”. I could see the light fade from their eyes as they asked why. After explaining how something like this could happen, I reassured them that we would find something else to do that would ever be better. My wife and I looked at each other, disappointed in ourselves, as we drove away from the celebration in the park. Part 3