We slept in an RV parked in my friend’s yard. He keeps it there, stowed permanently, for people needing to crash when coming through town. It was Labor Day weekend, sunny and 70 degrees, a perfect day in a port city known for fickle weather on the edge of the world’s largest lake.
I was up to visit for a few days with my kids. A long weekend would include Lake Superior swimming and exploring the city’s famous trails. We’d hike, rock climb, mountain bike, and maybe find time to inflate the packrafts stowed in the back of my van — just some of the many things to do in Duluth.
As urban adventure goes, Duluth is hard to compare. Within city limits, you have ski areas, creeks, crags, beaches, and trails. Ice climbers scale frozen quarry walls. Backpackers trek the Superior Hiking trail. Mountain bikers come for a paradise of singletrack, 100+ miles and more added every year.
Since 2010, Duluth has invested tens of millions of dollars in building itself into an adventure hub and a good place to live. Some elements paid off, including hundreds of miles of trails and tourism numbers that are on the rise. But the town’s population remains flat. In 2024, Duluth is feeling both the prosperity and pains of its long-term tourism-centered strategy.
Boom Town Past

Images of the outdoors drive Duluth’s brand. Brochures reveal mountain bikers and crisp fall hikes. Tourism materials tout pristine shores and a place that is “part rugged, part refined.”
In the town of 86,697, bridges and ore docks dominate the view. Gentrification has come to a select small area primarily where the tourists go. Much of Duluth is rugged to the core.
Long an industry town, lumber and iron were the lifeblood here. Trainyards and factories facilitated raw materials coming from forests and mines.
An era of extraction engulfed the port. Smoke pumped and factories churned. Smelting, milling, slag piles, and waste.
It was boom times, resources flowing from an endless North Woods. Aggregate and ore piled high, loaded to docks, and dumped onto freighters a thousand feet long.
You’d look east and squint, 2,300 miles on the Saint Lawrence Seaway to the Atlantic coast beyond. Duluth is the planet’s farthest-inland freshwater port, and 80 years ago it shipped “iron ore to win the war,” as the old saying goes. Allied Forces built tanks and airplanes from metal originating in Minnesota mines.
A post-war high. A Baby Boom swell. Then, it all began to fade.
Decades of Decline
Recession came after the boom, and by the 1970s once-strong industries were going bust. U.S. Steel suffered a slow death, thousands of workers dismissed in its decline. Businesses closed. Jobs evaporated. People moved away.
A billboard appeared on the highway in 1982 to illustrate the collective defeat: “Will the last one leaving Duluth please turn out the light?”
A quiet decade came next. Those were my childhood years. Duluth had a scent to it, I remember from trips. Smoke and something like rubber burning, tinged with the sulfur stench from a paper mill.
Buildings slumped. Siding molted off house after house, faded neighborhoods devoid of people on dead winter days.
You looked up to the hills and saw beauty and trees. Lake Superior was an infinity of blue.

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