|A new "river" formed from the flash flood aftermath of the storm|
We parked in the pharmacy lot, located on a slight uphill and got out to start our run. Just as we started Mark slipped on the curb and fell onto the street twisting his ankle. He stumbled to his feet and said "I'm done" and that was that. We got back into the car and drove over to the gas station in hopes of finding an ace bandage to wrap his ankle in for the long car ride home. Unfortunately we struck out and since it was before 8 am none of the stores were open.
|Mark's swollen ankle|
As I arrived back to the lodge Mark informed me that there was no internet, cell phone reception, or land line phones working. So we headed over to the Cascade Restaurant and Pub for breakfast and contemplated what to do. We decided to drive as far as we could and hope that by the time we reached Duluth the roads would be open.
When we were planning our trip we scheduled a pit stop at the Rustic Inn to purchase a pie. We were informed it was the place to go if you wanted pie and we did for both ourselves and Mark's dad. The Rustic Inn was in a town called Two Harbors and was between Grand Marais and Duluth so we assumed it would give us a good idea of how bad the storm aftermath really was.
The drive to Two Harbors went rather smootly and our optimism kicked in.... That is until we went inside to buy our apple pie. The waitress informed us that the night before, when she was driving out of Two Harbors to get home the tunnel at the edge of town was filled with three feet of water and she was forced to stay with a family friend. Despite this, we went on our way.
Soon after the road conditions worsened with the shoulders of roads completely taken out, but against my better judgement we continued on our way.
|Sight as we entered Duluth|
|Water on the roads we had to drive through|
We drove through downtown trying to find a detour and all we saw was washed out roads, all the businesses closed, and water pouring down from the hilly streets. Since we had cell service again we looked at google maps to help guide us around back ways and streets. For four hours we used the phone to take us through back streets trying to get out of Duluth, and every time we felt like we were getting somewhere we would reach a point with too much water on the road, if there was a road at all. At least that explained why there were no detours to be seen.
|Streets of downtown Duluth|
|One of the back roads completely washed out|
|A sight we had never seen before|
A ways down the road we found a way onto the highway we needed and we were ecstatic. Thinking we were in the clear we stopped into a town off the highway for gas and to get something to eat. As we went to get back on the highway we were immediately detoured off it and the process started all over again. It didn't take four hours this time, but boy did getting home become quite the adventure.
We finally got back to our apartment around 8 pm. What was suppose to be a four and a half hour trip home had turned into nine. But none of that mattered, we were just thankful to be back at our apartment after a long day on the road. And our one long day was nothing compared to the long days ahead for the city of Duluth and the surrounding areas.