I was one of more than 100,000 who marched from St. Paul College to the Minnesota Capitol the day after inauguration. I saw many people who wanted to treat participation in this march as controversial. To me, it was simple: I am a woman. I believe in women’s rights, and I believe in equal rights for every citizen of this country.
Also, that’s called feminism. It’s not a dirty word; and it’s not even just for women. (As you can see in the photos, there were quite a few male participants in the march as well).
Practicing ASL for “unity.”
U.S. Rep. Betty McCollum.
Midewin Elder Sharon Day.
Few things can be more American than the right to public demonstration of opinion. The Constitution was written on principles that (theoretically) made it possible for each person to live freely according to their own belief system, without fear of persecution. We are still working to become that society. I saw this march as one of many ways in which we as a nation are still exploring our ideals and our rights.
Not every person agreed with each and every sentiment that was expressed during this march (one of more than a few shortcomings of being a two-party system). I heard many criticisms that pro-life women were not welcome (and there was quite a bit of emphasis on pro-choice values, so I understand that this was not the friendliest environment for women with different beliefs.) There was also quite a bit of emphasis on female anatomy, which I understand left out a large group of individuals who identify as women but who are not represented by that anatomy. For both those groups, I wish there had been a way to allow them to feel accepted, as this event was more about finding common strength, rallying flagging spirits, and resisting attacks against human rights than making any specific political statement.
But I was amazed to see so much support for each other, and to hear so many inspiring words from people who have made strides for change and who are just a few of my personal heroines. Here’s to the American woman.
Contrary to what most of my posts suggest, I do actually spend lots of time in Minnesota, exploring the outdoors mostly near home, but sometimes a fair jaunt away to the more remote reaches of the state.
This is the case with one of my latest ventures, which was coordinated with an effort to achieve three northern Minnesota Checkpoints in one day (for more about the Checkpoint challenge, see my post from last year.) But Mission One was to make a stop at one of the premiere wilderness areas in the state: Sax Zim Bog.
The bog is renowned by birders, especially during winter, for the number of boreal species that winter there, most notably the enormous and ghostly great gray owl, as well as sharp-tailed grouse, white-winged crossbills, pine grosbeaks, boreal chickadees, and a number of other rarely seen owl species. The mixture of woods and fields makes the location an attractive habitat for these birds, many of which have flown south from the far reaches of Canada and beyond. The area is also home to northern mammals such as moose, gray wolves, and pine martens.
Typically, a bog conjures images of a muddy wetland. I always envision dark fairy tales of lost wanderers stumbling blindly after malicious will-o’-the-wisps and meeting their demise in quicksand-like mud pits, or urban legends (based on truth!) about human remains that are found mummified and unnervingly well preserved by the acidic, oxygen-poor conditions of the surroundings. Really a bog is any wetland area where dead plant material is accumulated (mostly mosses), and in the case of Sax Zim it is populated by a mix of spruce, tamarack, and white cedar, in addition to nearby hayfields and sedge meadows. This offers a wide variety of terrain, which makes it perfect for the large number of species that reside there.
The bog is north of Cloquet, about a 2 1/2 hour drive from my home near the Twin Cities. We traveled into the tiny town of Cotton and went west a number of miles down a snow-packed country road to the heart of the nature preserve.
A tiny welcome center, heated with solar energy and lacking running water, sits on the property. Nevertheless, it is kept warm inside and several birders were sitting patiently with long lenses nearby, waiting for something interesting to visit the feeders. Each year, the organization Friends of the Sax Zim Bog hosts a winter birding festival, this year to take place Feb. 17-19.
Feeders containing seed and suet are placed in various places around the bog, and these are often the best spots to find bird activity. Most people simply drive slowly down the long, snow-encrusted roads, scanning for movement without ever leaving their cars. Others prefer to hike, ski, or snowshoe through the area. Our time was limited, so we asked the desk volunteer where we might spot the best activity from the warmth of the car.
She pointed out a loop slightly north of us following Admiral and McDermitt Roads. She described the area as quintessentially boggy, full of spruce trees, and recommended a drive through at dusk to look for owls. The day earlier, she said, a great gray had been spotted sitting directly on the feeder.
On our drive through, we occasionally encountered other birders stopped on the road along the way, indicating a sighting nearby. In fact, small traffic jams started to build up this way. The first of these was a really fun encounter with a ruffed grouse, which was busy peeling the bark from a few thin branches and was twisting and turning this way and that, nonplussed by the observers in the nearby vehicles. Photography is challenging in this environment because if one chooses to stay in the car, the heat emitting into the cold air from the open window will cause a rippling wave effect which can blur the picture quality.
Unfortunately, our drive did not result in any other species observations (other than the numerous black-capped chickadees and red squirrels that were common at the feeders.) Despite the lack of bird cooperation, we were treated to a magnificent sunset along the jagged edges of the spruce tree line; an idyllic northern Minnesota scene.
We had three other cities to get to that night, so we had to hit the road after only a few hours at Sax Zim. I hope to revisit the bog soon, to keep looking for those elusive northern species.
I can’t believe this is the first time in my life that I’ve heard of MN Checkpoint–a yearly statewide challenge that encourages Minnesotans to visit areas of the state they normally never see.
There are ten Checkpoint locations across the state–since the challenge opened on Dec. 3, I have already visited two. The premise is simple: take your photo with the signpost declaring this spot as a checkpoint, upload it to the MN Checkpoint website, and earn points that you can exchange for prizes. Depending on how many of the ten points you end up with, you can win anything from wool socks to a three-day hotel getaway.
For one checkpoint, I took a weekend drive to the Zumbrota Covered Bridge with my constant travel companion cousin. We reminisced about an earlier trip to the area, during which we became horribly lost in Zumbrota, took a break, contemplated thieving silverware from a restaurant, and bought cheap travel mugs at a Casey’s General Store, which still fondly leak all over us to this day.
I gained another one yesterday in Stillwater’s Lowell Park, as I happened to be downtown for the holiday book sale at the Warden’s House Museum. I took riverfront photos for several other groups who were enjoying Stillwater that day, and explained the premise of the Checkpoint challenge to anyone who would listen. I think it’s a marvelous idea.
The challenge is competitive, and the prizes go fast. The last time I looked at the site, many items had already run out.
While this is somewhat disappointing, I think the real value in participating is the experience you get out of making the voyage to each location. Road trips seem out of the question during this time of the year; more likely to happen over the summer months. But there’s no real reason it should be this way! Yeah, it’s a little colder. And sometimes driving conditions can make winter travel a hassle. But given our unusually warm, misty, rainy winter thus far, the timing seems ideal.
The challenge is commercially stimulated, of course (what isn’t?) but MN Checkpoint is ultimately a way for people, especially ones who tend to interpret the arrival of winter as the termination of fun, to get out and enjoy their home state in a new way. Whether I end up with two points or ten, it’s still fun to be a part of it. And maybe I’ll start a little earlier next year. 😉
The challenge runs through Jan. 31, 2016. Seems like a worthy New Years project to me.
Locations left to visit:
August Schell Brewing Company in New Ulm
Arctic Cat, Inc. in Thief River Falls (a location I am eager to visit after an incredulous Englishman approached me on a visit to the U.K. inquiring if Thief River Falls was a real place)
Voyageurs National Park
TCF Bank Stadium (for anyone in the Cities, that’s one easy point for you right there)
Mille Lacs Kathio State Park (Ah! The famous campground featured in the story of the time we brought the rain fly but forgot the tent.)
World’s Largest Freestanding Hockey Stick and Puck in Eveleth
Last weekend, Kristina and I found ourselves awash in a sea of green as we entered Irish on Grand. The cozy space, sprinkled
with welcoming phrases of Gaelic (and a million inscriptions of “An Irish Blessing”) was filled with lilting Celtic tunes and all the Irish knickknacks you could ask for–including a small pantry area with items from the U.K. usually not available in U.S. supermarkets. Kristina fondly recalled her days studying abroad in York, and seized a large box of chocolate digestives with nostalgic fervor.
However, our most important find at Irish on Grand was the information that a brand new traditional Irish pub had recently opened nearby, and as a pair of student journalists on the loose, we felt it was our responsibility to investigate with no further ado.
Emmett’s Public House, next to Dixie’s on Grand, was our next stop, where we were just in time for happy hour. Since both Kristina and I have had the pleasure of visiting a few legitimate British pubs, we immediately began comparing the interior to the ones we’d encountered before. The space was much more expansive than I’d seen during my time in the U.K., but it still conveyed a cozy atmosphere, complete with a long, gleaming wooden bar, the privacy of raised booths, and a small fireplace (real flames not included) over which hung a large portrait of Emmett himself. It turns out that the eponymous Emmett was the father of pub owner Peter Kenefick, and led quite a distinguished career, including a period of study at Notre Dame.
One of the items on the happy hour menu was a $5 Big Ginger, which is one of my favorite cocktails to order at Kieran’s Irish Pub in Minneapolis. Made with 2 Gingers whiskey and ginger ale, it combines two of my favorite liquids in one effervescent and intoxicating mixture that always delights. Kristina opted for a Loon Juice cider.
To step out of our comfort zone and put the pub to the test, we sampled one of the most intriguing-sounding dishes on the menu: corned beef and cabbage wontons.
The fried, crispy tidbits were accompanied with Jameson horseradish mustard and sriracha Thousand Island Dressing, both of which added a hot, spicy zing. Kristina and I agreed that we made the right choice, although our wallets weren’t quite fat enough to sample any of the other menu dishes that day. (Items of interest included the Scotch eggs, curried beer and whiskey mussels, and salmon and goat cheese salad).
However, I couldn’t leave before helping myself to an Irish coffee, made with Jameson and Bailey’s and topped with a mountain of whipped cream. The coffee certainly had a vicious bite; Kristina ventured a sip and made a sour face, since she drinks neither coffee nor whiskey.
The Jameson added just a bit too much punch for me, but those who enjoy their coffee as spiked as it can get should give it a try. I think I’ll stick to Bailey’s in the future.
Overall, Emmett’s was a wonderful representation of the classic Irish pub–and a spectacular place to be on St. Paddy’s Day, I’d imagine. I can’t wait to get back and sample more of their delicious fare. If you’re interested in trying it for yourselves, find the full details and menu on the Emmett’s Public House website.