I spent most of today in Stillwater, MN with my friend Jessica. We’ve known each other since we were both in a.m. kindergarten together and I was afraid to go up into the (safe: railing-guarded and carpeted) loft for the first month or so of school. Today, we were old enough to spend a full hour and a half poking around an antique store without being warned by parents not to touch anything. Time sure flies.
Stillwater is one of those River Towns. There’s the river, obviously (the St. Croix in this case), but there’s also the particular history and charm that accompanies such a town. Train stations-turned-restaurants line the bank, tiny shops padded with specialty yarns and hand-painted stationary are kept afloat by the sheer force of summer tourism, and it’s difficult to imagine that there are people who actually live permanently in such an idyllic, oft-visited place, although of course they do.