The lighthouse was great, but I found myself obsessed with this tree down the beach. I also had an overwhelming urge to cover it with Christmas lights.
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Over the summer, Penelope acquired a little salamander pal. We built up a habitat for him and had a great time caring for and observing him. Did you know salamanders hibernate? Today we set Sammy free in hopes he'll hibernate by the river and live to see another summer. We'll be looking for you next year, Sammy!
Loden SV is the place to live in Shoreview, and we’re opening in 2 days!
Follow us on Instagram and Facebook to see the progress leading up to opening day and our first ever move-in day!
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Hey there little robin 👋🏻
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Eliza is so excited to be back in the RV! She asked to go in the RV so many times this summer and was ecstatic when Edna Jean finally arrived at the house to load up for this journey. “RV! Edna Jean! Drive now!” She is definitely back in her happy place. Exploring nature, crunching leaves, splashing in puddles and collecting rocks.
We are excited to see the world through her eyes again, while instilling a sense of adventure and will make room for many, many more rocks.
What a weekend ❤! I finally explored and camped at Brunet Island State Park in Cornell, WI, before heading up to the North Shore of Minnesota. Once there, I spent a night in Grand Marais and crossed off the three of the eight state parks that hug the Lake Superior shoreline that I didn't get to last year. From there, I headed to Maple, WI for a night to stay with my Aunt and Uncle for an evening, then had to hit one of my all-time faves, Amnicon Falls State Park (WI), on my way home. I can't begin to explain my love for the outdoors, fall colors, up north way of life, hiking, camping, nature, and anything to do with Lake Superior - the rivers that feed her, the shoreline that surrounds her, and even the people who gather in awe of her. There's something about that lake that will forever be a part of who I am. #devsfalltour
The sun shines not on us but in us. The rivers flow not past, but through us. Thrilling, tingling, vibrating every fiber and cell of the substance of our bodies, making them glide and sing. The trees wave and the flowers bloom in our bodies as well as our souls, and every bird song, wind song, and tremendous storm song of the rocks in the heart of the mountains is our song, our very own, and sings our love.”
John Muir – John of the Mountains: The Unpublished Journals of John Muir (1938)