Last week I made my way from Chicago to northern Minnesota for my fall work season at Sawbill. Instead of busting out the drive in one long day I added a few days to see the Iron Range region of the state.
My intent was to hammock camp somewhere between Duluth and Hibbing but with storms coming in I holed up in a hotel outside Duluth. Next morning I had some mediocre hotel coffee and made the trip up 53 towards Hibbing. Minutes after rolling into town I found myself parked in front of Bob Dylan’s home from 1948-1959. In 1958, in the midst of a particularly brutal winter, Bob and a friend travelled from Hibbing to Duluth to see the Winter Dance Party tour at the Armory. Dylan famously talks about the impact of seeing Buddy Holly and making direct eye contact with him while Holly was on stage. Three days later Holly, along with Richie Valens and the Big Bopper would die in a plane crash outside of Clear Lake Iowa. (A few years winters ago I made a trip to the crash site. It was a bitter February day, just like the day of the crash, and when I visited it felt like the loneliest place on earth)


As I stood in front of Dylan’s former home I was struck by the idea that someone who had such an impact on music and culture could come from such an out of the way place. I also wondered what that drive home from Duluth was like that night after seeing Buddy Holly. It’s a lonely stretch of road now, one can only imagine what it was like in the dead of winter in 1958. Two dazed small town kids trying to stay warm and keep from sliding into the ditch while they tried to process what they’d just seen.
I left the car, took my my bike of its rack and peddled around town for an hour or so. Hibbing has some amazing old housing stock, some beautiful buildings and a least one good coffee shop.

On my way out of town I stopped at the Hull Rust Mine overlook and information center. I’d never seen a real open mine before and was amazed at the size of the operation. That mine alone, one of many, sends 400 railroad cars a day of raw materials down the line for processing.

Next up on the driving tour was the town of Chisholm. I stopped by a sadly outdated mining museum there, slow rolled through town and headed to Eveleth.
I’m a hockey fan so I made a quick trip to the American Hockey Hall of Fame, (also a bit outdated) then did a pass through town where I stopped to take some pics of downtown’s many neon bar signs.



Next up was Virginia, slightly bigger than Eveleth and Chisholm, but a bit rougher around the edges than Hibbing. There are some amazing downtown building facades and another fantastic display of neon tavern signs.

I’m guessing most folks that make their way north to paddle don’t make a side trip to the Iron Range. This region has as rich history and played a crucial role in helping to build a nation. Mining is certainly a hot button issue in this state, and I think my brief tour of these towns made me appreciate the area and understand the issues a bit more.
D-Dawg
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