Listening to Bob Dylan is a treasured ritual that marks every trip I’ve made up the iconic drive on Highway 61 to the North Shore of Minnesota, bound for the 12.5k, 25k and 50k Spring Superior Trail Races. Put on by John...
Articles by Amy B. Clark
Just a few minutes before, we’d been on muddy, rocky single-track. It was far from perfect; in fact, it was not even a trail as we know the meaning of the word. But the prior path had nonetheless offered the basic compon...
The world has felt unmoored lately... loosed from its tethers, drifting, unrecognizable at times. We seek to understand events we cannot fathom, to find the meaning behind natural and man-made chaos, to go through the cl...
“No network found,” said the little message at the top of the phone. Although normally a frustrating notification to get, today, Thursday, April 6, it was a happy beacon: the sign for “Zumbro River Bottoms Management Uni...