The views from our motel rooms just keep getting better. Moving from Green Bay to Ashland also meant moving from a view of Lambeau Field to a view of Lake Superior. The surface is still frozen, and just a few weeks backs it was even dotted with tiny shacks. Local fishermen would go there to punch holes in the ice and fish - and to get a bit of respite from their wives. So our friends up at Northland College tell us. They live in a house on campus called Gaia's Craddle. The house used to be a designated gender studies house, and one of the rooms is reserved for distressed women seeking shelter from abusive husbands. Apparently, that is how you come full circle up here. The men take to the lake, while the women take to Gaia's Craddle.

Ashland is a small community of some 8000 inhabitants. Most of them used to be in the iron mining business, but since resources became depleted back in the 1960s, students and tourists are all they have to go on. Big wooden villas line most of the broad streets, but their size betray the average income in the area. Still, though money are scarce except for the tourist season, you can easily see why people should choose to live here. Lake Superior is always in view from the many streets that slant down towards it, and everywhere you go, nature follows with you. The area used to be occupied by Native Americans who were guided here by prophecy. The prophecy spoke about "the food that grows on water", and that food turned out to be the wild rice that grows not only on the surface of the lake, but also on the moving bodies of water in the surrounding rivers. Today, Ashland is flanked by two Native American Reserves - Bad River and Red Cliff.

We drove through Bad River Reserve coming here from the east on Highway 2, but all we saw was a big casino. Maggie from Gaia's Craddle tells us that the reserve is mostly off limits to non-natives. However, one of her professors at Northland is a Native American, and she is trying to arrange for him to show us around the reserve. If that comes through, you will be sure to hear more about it soon. For now, just sit back for a moment, and enjoy the peaceful tranquility of the frozen lake.

Anne-Mette's first picture, the portrait of Eric Schultz, is now up!

Jacob has a new blog entry.

We have a new photo section from our time in Nashville, Tennessee. After that check out the reels from Lambeau Field, the home of Green Bay Packers.

Anne-Mette has news from Denmark. Check out her works in progress.

Kristian has a new blog entry

We made it, finally. After two pretty long days and roughly 950 miles, we’re in Title Town. We found a room on Hotwire.com, paying 40$ per night, and it turns out to be just across the street to fabled Lambeau Field (home of the fabled NFL team Green Bay Packers). Simply amazing!

We had a walk around the impressive stadium and the neighborhood it’s located in. Although we expected Green Bay to be Packers country, it’s pretty overwhelming to see how much they actually support the team. The Lambeau Field stadium (named after the founder) is located on Lombardi Avenue (a former coach), and a block down, just behind the Dun Hutson Gym (a former player), you’ll find Holmgren Street (yet another coach).

If you should be fortunate enough to have the time, go down Holmgren Street to Favre Pass (named after a former quarterback, too). Go down the pass, and you’ll get to Favre’s Steak House. Go in, get a table, sit down - and enjoy!

Kristian ordered a Favre’s Signature Steak, a 20 oz (roughly 600g) specialty with mushrooms and a baked sweet potato the size of Sicily. Jacob got the Rookie Ribeye Steak, basically only a set of horns shy of being a whole cow. But oh! the pleasure! The quality of the meat was overwhelming and drinking an ice cold draught beer after two days in a car was just delightful.

Tomorrow we’re going on a tour of Lambeau Field, The Packers Hall of Fame, and then on a shopping spree in the gift shop!

Jacob has a new blog entry.

Anne-Mette has news from Denmark. Check out her works in progress.

We have some photos from The Shack Up Inn in Mississippi and a reels section from the almost obliterated 9th ward in New Orleans.