On Monday--the day of the Big Blow--we loaded the dogs into the back of the Jeep and took off up Highway 61 for Grand Marais.
You already know that our Up North trip is not about being in the city. It is not about eating in restaurants. And it is definitely not about shopping. That said, we always make a stop at Joyne's. It's the Ben Franklin on the main drag of Grand Marais, and it carries absolutely everything you could ever want to buy.
I am a little more inclined to linger here than Doug; Doug is more of a go-and-get-what-you-need-and-pay-for-it-and-leave kinda guy. But man, how can you be that linear in a place like Joyne's? (Maybe Doug will read this and explain.)