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Minnesota campsite

20 Aug

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Sacred Petroglyphs Rock

20 Aug
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Sky spirit (my favorite)

20 Aug

Jeffers Petroglyphs in Minnesota

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Prairie

20 Aug

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Abandoned shacks

20 Aug

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Purple roads of Minnesota

20 Aug

Minnesota

20 Aug

Yesterday we woke up early to a gentle rainstorm which is even more snuggly in a tent. By 8am we were all breakfasted and laced up to hit some of the trails around the park. Alone on the trails with mist still creeping about we followed a trail to some pretty neat caves and imagined we were Indians. The trail mostly followed along a bluff and Guillaume, being a much more concerned parent than I, was very wary to let Yogi go bounding around the bushes sans leash. I assured him that Yogi had instincts and was pretty much like an Indian totally tuned in to his environment. Therefor, very shortly after my bold statement yogi goes leaping down a steep hill in hot pursuit, we then hear a few teeth gnashes as Yogi and badger? Raccoon? Fox? Face off. G leaps head first into the bushes but considering there was no yelping by either party (and wild canines abound) I figured neither party was wounded. We call fruitlessly for ten minutes before G emerges from the bushes as if from the Vietnam jungle flushed and full of testosterone. I decide to see if he made it back to camp, G goes back to the jungle along the steep incline. By the time I get to camp (no yogi) and make it back with the car, I discover the two of them attached by leash, sopping wet, covered in stickers, mud under nails and splattered on face, both panting but sound. Apparently the recovery mission was intense. All before 10am.
We pack up camp and continue up the Mississippi to La Crosse, an adorable little town, and then west on Route 16.

We’ve been reading all the festival and fair signs to know avail so far, but finally we spot a sign for the annunal S.E.M.B.A. (South East Minnesota BlueGrass Association- for those not in the know) festival, and pull onto a dirt road and make it just in time for the last 3 songs of this 4 day affair. Wooey! There was one little old lady who got a standing ovation because I swear her hand was a blur in its speed on the banjo. We get back on the road and continue West passing through tiny towns with tractors driving down the main street, more corn, and the community pool being the only hot spot in town.
We leave the hills of Minnesota and suddenly everything turns flat. We break camp in Minneopa state park and this ranger is about 11 years old and
has on a wedding band. We roast our farm stand corn on our fire. Its delicious. The farmer who sold it to me was right, I wished I had bought more. We wake up to Coyote howls in the middle of the night.