And nothing measures up to the North Shore in autumn, not to be confused with all of the other places that claim to have a North Shore. The one in Minnesota is the real North Shore. This photo isn't mine, though I wish it were-- my parents recently returned from a camping trip there. Nothing can compare to hiking through crisp fall air to a vista like this. Maybe it's like your first Doctor: you never forget the first place that showed you how beautiful and vast and awesome the world is.
Well, that and sitting by a campfire with gloves on in September. Because you're a Minnesotan and that's how things are done around here.
