The leaves clinging to the few live branches on the tall trees alongside the freeway waved listlessly in a dry wind as we drove to the airport. We flew out of drought-stricken Los Angeles for Minnesota, the land of a thousand lakes. We went for the baseball and for my husband to meet some of the other moderators on a Twins forum. Fortunately for me, there were members who liked to hike, kayak and marvel at a very different place. How different?
Revelers on a Pedal Pub in downtown Minneapolis. They ain't movin unless they pedal, doncha know.
Before the water and the baseball there was the
which had everything you could possibly want . . . and on a Stick!
I had the Scotch Egg on a stick. You betcha there was a hard boiled egg, but the sausage was Italian and there wasn't a drop of Scotch on it. Dis is tru.
All State Fairs have 4-H competitions. We visited the horses, cows, rabbits, chickens and pigs.
The most beautiful chicken. Far as dat goes it could be a rooster.
Kayaking in the city limits on Lake Calhoun
A few discoveries while hiking at Minnehaha Falls which reminded me of Los Angeles.
Flour is combustible. The mill went ka-put. The ruins rival medieval castles in the U.K. Minnesota cleverly blends the new with the old at the Mill City Museum.
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