We spent Saturday morning at some of the local lakes where Rob sails. Rob was dock captain ("I get to yell at people and make them do what I tell them!"), while I wandered around taking photos of the boats.
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In the meantime, Rachel was running a 5k race for fun (I know, I can't believe it either). After all that, we had dinner at a pizza joint called Punch. Calling it a "pizza joint" doesn't exactly do it justice -- these pizzas were amazing. They were covered in ingredients like spinach, feta cheese, grape tomatoes, and smoked ham, and then cooked in a wood-fired brick oven for a few seconds. I had mine with a Surly beer (also local, also amazing).
In the evening, we took a bike ride through the Twin Cities, along a path which is part of the "Grand Rounds" tour. It was pretty grand -- Minneapolis is supposed to be the second most bike-friendly city in the US, and I can believe it. We went 20 miles and hardly crossed a street -- and we were never on a street! The Cities have really spoiled me for Houghton roads now!
More to follow, as the saga continues...
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