Traveling. traveling, back and forth...
My mother and I decided to go on a college visit this past weekend. Luckily it happened to fall on the same weekend we had decided to visit my sister in Winona.
For some odd reason we thought it was entirely reasonable to take a four-hour car ride up to the University of Minnesota-Duluth, and then to back track our way through Wisconsin all the way down to Winona State to visit my sister.
I had never been to Duluth before, and everyone I told me it was beautiful, but I never really took what they said to heart.
I honestly don’t think I can give Duluth justice with measly words, let alone my own. I think you just have to go see it yourself.
The water seems to stretch on forever, the air is bitter and cold, and the scenery will take your breath away, even if it only is for a second. On the other hand, I also enjoyed the college visit if anyone was wondering, and I consider it a contender on my small list of colleges I have going so far.
While the water is gorgeous, and the small atmospheric town they had was rather enrapturing, my mother wasn’t too happy about the bridge that we had to cross over Lake Superior to get into Wisconsin.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, I’m not good with directions. Not even if I have a phone that’s feeding me constant information.
Let’s just blame it on the phone, but somehow once we got off the bridge in Wisconsin we got turned back around to get back on the bridge.
My mother didn’t like it the first time, and the next two times she had to get over the bridge she was seemingly silent. She was more than likely mad at me.
Something about Wisconsin roads scares the average Minnesotan, because at night the Wisconsin backroads (and even their highways) are not well lit, and aren’t the safest to drive on. I hope no die-hard Wisconsinite takes offense to me saying that their roads suck, but I have to tell you, they really do.
Luckily my mother and I made it to Winona just fine, but we ventured back over to the Wisconsin side the next day to visit La Crosse, which I have never been to and will say is a cute little maze of a town.
In a total of three days, I can now say I’ve spent up to 10 hours in a car, and while I can say I would have no problem spending that much time in the car with my mother again, please just don’t make give directions.