It’s Minnesota. We’re all north of somebody.
But how far north do we have to be before we’re “up north?”
It was Reed, @TheSotaSwede, who asked the hard questions.
“Up north” is probably not a term you use if you live there.
Hard to chart, easy to feel. Up north is the rustle of the breeze through tamarack. The clink of shoreline agates underfoot. The high-pitched whines from the back seat from kids on hour four of a five-hour road trip.
Stakes were low, passions were high. Minnesotans took to social media with maps and pointers to settle the question once and for all: Are we there yet?
Back and forth, the border shifted. Brainerd was in, Brainerd was out. OK, let’s face it, almost nobody thought Brainerd was in. Except me. If you have a Paul Bunyan statue or a blue ox, you’re my true north.
But don’t take my word for it.