Duluth Pitching: Gazebo Point with Heidi.

After a lengthy and dense tour of the Forest Hill Cemetery (more on that v. soon) from Heidi Bakk-Hansen, a self-described history nerd (and deserver of the description), we went to Gazebo Point for dessert — a wide and slightly backdoor view of Duluth. Our conversation mixed with the sounds of a youth hockey game from down below and occasional gust of needy wind. We filled our time up there with a single open-ended question — why ought a hypothetical person move to Duluth?

Heidi started straightforwardly and spiraled outwards from there, touching on a few major themes of living in Duluth and the city on the whole. She spoke for about ten minutes with little interjection from me — below, I’ve sliced out a handful of representative and bite size chunks:

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-Duluthians aren’t necessarily looking to keep their city secret, but they’re a bit protective. So who fits in? According to Heidi, people who prefer the groaning of huge ice slabs in the harbor to workaday bellyaching:

-With all the hills and trees, Duluth is the kind of place with enough of folks to grab a beer with, but it’s just as easy to retreat into solitude. Many choose both:

-Heidi expands upon Duluth’s “do-it-myself” spirit, something I’ve been exposed to, particularly amongst the creative types in town:

-That ‘do-it-myself’ ethos extends to, and probably originates from, Duluth’s blue collar background:

-So what does Heidi think about city-fied interlopers rolling through town looking for an authentic Northlands experience to call their own? (Ahem.)

-Her final thoughts drift to the ultimate final thought — whether she’ll ever leave Duluth and what kind of animal she’d like to gnaw on her bones someday (at about 0:24, off-mic, I say “it’s kind of like being eaten by vultures.”):

I get the feeling that if somebody required much convincing to move here, most Duluthians wouldn’t waste a breath on it (unless it was a romantic partner, that is). That being said, in its impressions of Duluth, I think the view from up there was about as candid as Heidi.

Coda: The walk up to Gazebo Point, starting from an access just off Woodland, was treacherously slippery going up. So, to get back down with maximal speed (I needed to catch a bus) and minimal falling, Heidi improvised a seated slide down the path, which I copied and filmed:

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One Response to Duluth Pitching: Gazebo Point with Heidi.

  1. Peter says:

    Our mom would take us up there every fall so we could see the beautiful colors. We grew up calling it “Indian Lookout” or “Hunter’s Hill” for the Hunter family whose gazebo was there and whose house you could see below off Woodland Ave.

    (BTW, there’s an easier access trail up there from the northern end of Dunedin Avenue, off of Arrowhead Road.)

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