Crosby, MN

Heading north through Minnesota, the towns get a little smaller and a little more spread out. Having snaked through Garrison on the shores of a frozen Mille Lacs, and on through Deerwood, the few miles through the tall pines on route 6 lead you onto a main street flanked on either side by a selection of mom 'n' pop stores, restaurants, bars and cafes, until you get to a stop sign. There you have two choices; take a left to Brainerd or a right to Emily. We decided to do neither. Looking up at the sign across the street that said Welcome to Crosby, we pulled over, parked up and went back along that main street on foot, taking our time and exploring what Crosby's welcome had to offer. Truth be told I'd passed through here a few times on my travels but this time, my wife and I decided to slow down and smell the fresh cold January air. Crosby is a town on the Iron Range, and was built for the sole purpose of mining. Proud of its roots, the town still boasts a lot of the original buildings on the main street, many of which are now homes to new local businesses eager to adapt and develop on what the town's history has left behind. The scarred landscape that is the trademark of any former mining industrial site became the foundation for a vast web of bike trails that is now world famous. The Cuyuna biking trails now attract bike enthusiasts from around the world. Me, I'm a casual.biker at best, but that didn't stop me checking out the Red Raven Bike shop, repair shop and coffee house at the end of main street. I admit I was mostly attracted by the coffee, given the early morning hour, but I couldn't help but be impressed by the fine array of bikes, parts, bike wear and accesories they stocked, not to mention the super friendly staff and yummy food smells. So coffee in hand we stepped out of the Red Raven and back to strolling around on a cold, crisp and sunny January morning. The streets of this small snow covered northern town were quiet and peaceful, and made waking up easy with a leisurely stretch of the legs, and a sharp eye on the icy patches beneath our feet. I wandered into an antique store, found a few bins with old vinyl LPs (it's a thing I do) and dove in, just to see what untold gems might be hidden there. I find a few things and pay at the register, where the lady ringing me up tells me she's a Tanya Tucker fan, herself, and she too likes to rifle through the vinyl bins - a kindred spirit. I tell her I can give up anytime I want, but I suspect she knew I was lying, and with a friendly "have a good day now" I'm back on the main street, my brand new old treasure tucked under my arm. The Cuyuna brewing company is, at this writing just a few years old, but already a big hit with locals and visiting bike enthusiasts alike, and with good reason; the building oozes character, having once been a bank in Crosby's early mining days, and it still houses the original safe from that time. The tap room is at once openn plan and cozy - perfect for social distancing, something the brewery is hyper vigilant about. Super friendly and knowledgeable bar staff make the whole experience extremely pleasant and very conducive to having "just one more", which we did. Maybe more than once. As the sun sets on these small northern towns, it brings with it a blanket of silence which only occasionally ripples with the whish of a car sailing through the slushy main street. The snowy roofs turn a light shade of blue against the night sky, and the stars poke through the inky blue, glistening like suspended smowflakes. The plan solidifies: let's eat something and turn in. We stayed at Crosby Lofts, which is conveniently located above Rafferty's Pizza. Two birds . One location. Nice. The pizza is delicious. We sat in, the place being completely empty due to current 50% capacity regulations, and we watched a steady flow of pick up traffic keep a fully staffed restaurant on their toes - in these current times, that in itself is a fine thing to witness. Pizza gone. Up the stairs and into bed. The Lofts are a completely hands-off, here's-the-security-code kind of affair. It was clean and comfortable and I slept like a rock. We left Crosby with an intention to come back and explore some more, or indeed just to sit down, kick back and soak up the easy pace of life in a northern town. I'm pretty sure it won't be too long in thefuture. Looking forward to it.