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If I’m writing about my adventures a day behind, I should probably make a short list of the things I’ve read to start with. I finished listening to Blood Ink Sister Scribe last night. I will admit that I got a little bogged down in the middle of the book, re-read Trouble and Her Friends (for an up-coming podcast,) and then listened to the second half of it. While I’ve been up here, Martha Well’s Network Effect came up for grabs as an audiobook, so I downloaded that during one of my daily treks to the lodge for internet.

Yesterday started with a nice canoe trip around part of the lake. Shawn and I like to get up early, around 6:30 or 7 am, and do a near-silent drift along the lake. It often pays off in terms of animal sightings. Yesterday we had our first truly sunny morning, and we saw (we counted) ten turtles in various spots sunning themselves on logs. On our return trip, we got the piece d’resistance: a river otter! The river otter was actually in the lake with us and bobbed up a couple of times (almost like trying to stand in the water) to try to decide if we were a danger or not and then disappeared under the water.

Super cool!

It was pretty darned magical, even though at that point in the trip around the lake we were fighting a chilly headwind so strong that if we stopped paddling the canoe would start to go sideways.

Almost immediately after making landfall, Mason and I hopped in the car and headed off to nearby Judge C. R. Magney State Park to revisit Devil’s Kettle.

Shawn elected to stay behind. Her knee, which has been performing like an absolute champ this trip, has been getting stiff and sore after canoe rides. She bends very well for someone who is really only about six months out of knee surgery but getting in and out of the canoe from the dock is more of a challenge. The idea of doing all those stairs down—and then back up again—to see the first set of falls felt like a bad idea to her. I don’t blame her, but we still felt sad leaving her behind even though she said it was okay.

Mason and I have been to this state park before, four years ago, but I was not yet a member of either the Passport or the Minnesota State Parks and Trails Hiking Club. I brought my state park passport along and got my stamp!

Passport
Image: passport stamp


I was glad Shawn did not come once we started the hike. I’m here to tell you that being fat and asthmatic is no real barrier (so long as you have your inhaler, are generally mobile, and are willing to take it slowly,) but I do not think Shawn’s knee would have survived the uneven, sloped parts of the trail, NEVERMIND the stairs.

Speaking of being fat, I did have at least one stranger feel free to tell me that I was “doing great, honey!” But you know what? I was! So, I decided to ignore the fairly pointed assumption about my general health based on my size, and said, “Thanks! You, too!”

The effort is always worth it, however:


devil's kettle
Image: famous Devil's Kettle.

If you have never heard of Devil's Kettle before and why it's so fascinating, feel free to read this article about the mysterious kettle that takes water in but maybe sends it straight to hell... https://www.treehugger.com/the-mystery-of-devils-kettle-falls-4863996



Mason and I had a lovely hike back down. I’d swear, actually, that I took the stairs back up much faster this year than I did four years ago. This is not to say that we didn’t pause on any of the landings that are on offer, but I made very steady progress and never felt like my heart was pounding out of my chest or any of that. I honestly think it helped that the weather has been quite cool up here, so while I worked up a sweat, it never felt overwhelming. TMI? But I’m kind of proud of myself, I guess? Especially after that lady’s “encouragement.”

On our way back to Gunflint Trail and the Lodge, Mason and I stopped in Grand Marais for lunch. This trip is a gift to Mason for graduating from university and so I let him pick the place. We stopped at Angry Trout to have fish sandwiches and an incredible view of the marina, if you can call it such, on Lake Superior.

Mason at Angry Trout
Image: Mason contemplating the menu at Angry Trout.

The drive back was uneventful and we spent much of the rest of the evening sitting on the dock staring out at the lake (or reading.) We have new “neighbors” in cabin two. They are two old duffers who are here for a guy’s weekend of fishing and catching up. Shawn, who was here all day, talked to them a bit. One of them is from the Twin Cities (Oakdale or somewhere like that) and the other is previously from the area, but has since moved to Arizona. He told us he left nearly 100 F / C temps. We made the classic joke about having brought the sun with him, since this was one of the first non-rainy days.

Normally, we don’t interact much with the other cabins, but the forestry service has done a lot of fire maintenance around the lodge and so all of the underbrush is gone, chopped down. It looks little denuded, and apocalypse-y and it also means you see more people coming in out of cabins from further away and have to make the tough Minnesota decision: “Do I wave? Do I have to wave? Oh crap, we made eye contact, I will lift my hand and wave. Oh, god, this is awkward, how long do I wave?” And, yes, I’m actually the family’s extrovert. But I’m also very aware that most people in Minnesota do not actually want to have to talk to strangers, especially when they are “up nort” on a fishing trip with their old college buddy.

More wildflowers!

wild sasperilla
Wild sasperilla?

blue flower
Image: blue flower of some variety??

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Moose Viewing

Yesterday, we decided to do our usual attempt to see moose at Moose Viewing Trail. We are past moose season, really. I mean, moose are out here in the woods. It’s possible to see one. But, tourists, like ourselves, are more likely to see moose during calving, which is earlier in the year--in May.

Moose are sometimes more active in the early morning hours, so to sweeten the “how about we get up at the crack of dawn?” deal for our late risers in the house (namely Mason), we decided that once we have attempted to moose view, we would hit the new nearby coffee shop called Loon’s Rest.

We did not see any moose at Moose Viewing as expected.


The Moose Viewing view
Image: Moose Viewing view (Note: No Moose.)

The other funky thing about Moose Viewing trail is the fact that as you turn in to the official Moose Viewing platform, there is a myserious abandoned car. There are a lot of questions about this car. How did it get here? When did it get here? How did the boulder get on top of it?


car in woods
Image: car in woods?

We ran into a couple of well-equipped hikers from Oklahoma who were perhaps a little too eager for moose. We gave our best advice, which was hang out as long as you can and be quiet—and, you know? Maybe they got lucky. I hope they did.

The Loon’s Nest was entirely full of old, white men (but one can sort of say that generally about the Gunflint Trail.) The espresso was perfectly adequate as were the croissant, egg, and sausage patties.

I did not attempt a big walk yesterday, since I wanted to save my strength for canoeing. Mason and I had yet to get out in the lake. When we did, it was the first time in a long time that Mason was in charge of steering. It took us a little time to figure out our rhythm, but once we got going we were amazing. We canoed out past the point to a part of Bearskin that Shawn and I call “capsize cove” thanks to a certain incident several years ago. There is a lovely beaver dam out in the cove. We fought the wind coming back, but it was actually fairly energizing.

An absolutely lovely day all told.

And, now…. More wildflowers for identification!

purple wildflower
A purple wildflower of some kind!


false lily of the valley
False lily-of-the-valley?
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The weather here has been overcast and rainy. As Shawn told a somewhat uncertain staff person, “It’s gorgeous!” (The staff was concerned that she was being sarcastic. Shawn assured her that she was not.) Our family is very happily indoorsy. So, we spent much of the day inside, by a roaring fire, reading.

However, the weather cleared up on and off, and during one of the ‘on’s, Shawn and I headed out for an early morning canoe. We tend to canoe much like we hike, which is to say, we don’t go all that far, and we glide along at a snail’s pace.

Shawn in canoe (Bearskin 2025)
Image: Shawn in a canoe at Bearskin

I’ve also resumed my quest to walk as many of Bearskin’s ski trails as I feel is reasonable. I tend to enjoy a hike to a destination like Sunday’s accidental trip to Rudy Lake, but not all of the ski trails are set up for vistas. In fact, most of them aren’t. A person can tell, even as hiker, how excellent they are for skiers. So many up and down slopes! We are technically in the Pincushion Mountains here, (though people from the Coasts are allowed to scoff at what we call mountains around here.) However, the elevation changes are real! In fact, it usually takes me a few days to get used to the steep slopes. This time, having just come from Middletown, CT, which I feel like was built entirely at a 45-degree angle (all of it uphill!), I didn’t seem to need as much time.

At any rate, this year, I decided to try and find Ox Cart. FYI, an Ox Cart would not make it around this loop. I mean, I guess oxen are strong? But pulling a cart would be tough! Skiing however? It would be glorious.

Bob, the owner of Bearskin, did want to point out that if I walked Ox Cart, I would see the new boardwalk that they installed.

The boardwalk goes over a very marshy, swampy area. A place that my family would call “very moosey,” as this seems to be the sort of areas that we imagine moose tend to enjoy. This is a highly unscientific “hot take,” however. The one time that we saw moose in the wild, while hiking (at, of all places, “Moose Viewing Trail”) there was a place a little like this, though much more lake-y and slightly less boggy/swampy.

moosey
Moosey view.

I did not see moose here.

I will note, however, that I did see moose tracks and what was very obviously moose scat on my way back out of this trail. So, perhaps our family is not entirely wrong as to what constitutes a moosey place.

Much of my hike was just woods.

wooded path (Bearskin 2025)
Image: wooded path

However, I have been trying to stop and take pictures of wildflowers that I’ve been seeing on my hikes. Here are a few:

pussy foot?
Image: pussy feet? Something like that (looking for id, [personal profile] pameladean !)

star flower
Image: star flower
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We are at Bearskin!

Moon over Bearskin
The moon (and traces of Northern Lights) over Bearskin (from Cabin 1)

Yesterday, as usual, we stopped at several sites along Highway 61. We had a late lunch at the “world famous” Betty’s Pie. I do not know if this pie is truly well-known throughout the world, but it was, as they say, damned good pie.

The Three of  us at Betty's
The three of us at Betty's Pies.

As has become typical of us, we stopped to do some agate hunting about a mile north of Two Harbors at Flood Bay. We had to backtrack from Betty’s, but we didn’t care. My family simply cannot be hurried once we’re in vacation mode. Once we’ve made it to Duluth (to-du-loot!) vacation mode has fully activated. “Oh? The thing we wanted to see was back there? Sure, let’s turn around!”


Mason and me agate hunting at Flood Bay
Me and Mason agate hunting at Floor Bay.

I’m not ever sure what an agate looks like when it’s not polished. Not that it matters to any of us. Shawn hands out plastic baggies and we find a nice spot and start hunting. On this trip, it was extra windy. It was already decently cold, maybe mid-50s F/ 10 C. We joked that the windchill made it below freezing! Shawn had to hike back to the car for extra layers.

But, we had a great time just relaxing and sifting through the rocks on the shores of the world’s largest freshwater lake. (And, as Mason loves to point out, a lake so cold that if you’re shipwrecked in it, you don’t rot!)


Beach combing
Mason beach combing

Next was a pitstop at Gooseberry Falls. Sometimes, like a lot of travelers this time of year, we only stop long enough to do our business and then push on. This time, however, Mason and I decided to make the short trek up to see both the high falls and the low falls. Shawn, meanwhile, saved her knee (which is mostly doing well, but technically still in recovery,) for the next beach and hung out in the gift shop looking for, among other things, sweatpants for Mason who—for reasons all his own—decided not to pack any pants for the trip. Only shorts!

Gooseberry Falls, in my opinion, is almost always worth the detour.


Goosberry Falls 2025
Image: Gooseberry Falls

I only remembered after we’d left that I forgot to get my State Park passport stamped! We decided, however, that we would stop in as many State Parks as we could on our route back. Mason and I are also planning a day trip out to Devil’s Kettle, so I have be sure to remember to bring it with me to that hike!

I had advocated for a stop at Iona’s Beach this year but changed my mind after experiencing the wind at Flood Bay. Maybe the weather will be more cooperative on the drive home. Instead, we decided to pull in at Silver Bay to get a gander at "Rocky Taconite."

Rocky Taconite at Silver Bay
Image: Rocky Taconite at Silver Bay.

Our last beach of the trip up to the cabin was Cutface Creek Pullout (14 miles north of Lutsen, mile marker 104.) This beach is famous for its thomsonite. Again, I have no idea what thomsonite looks like in the wild (although this might be the year I may have found a piece. I’m going to try polishing it up when we get back home), but this beach generally has cool rocks because it has a ton of mini geodes.
Again, we dawdled. I have no idea how long we spent combing the beaches and listening to the waves. This beach was less windy; it was much more of a natural windbreak/cove.

We managed to miss official check-in at Bearskin (6 pm), which we often do (even leaving the Twin Cities at 9 am), and so followed the instructions to get the cabin key for check-in the next morning. It was still light enough out that Mason and I made the walk up to the Lodge to pick up the aluminum canoe that they on the beach for us out for us. We paddled it to our dock, bungied it up to our private dock for the night, and then settled in for a dinner of brats on the grill.

I fully failed to make a decent fire our first night, but luckily both Shawn and Mason are better skilled at this than I am.

This morning (Sunday) we woke up to rain.

Shawn and I walked down to the Lodge to check in. Because of all of the forest fires that are active in Minnesota right now, the Forest Service has been doing a lot of clearing of what they call “ladder trees,” but also underbrush. The place looks… a little devestated. At least in comparison to what we’re used to. I have been excited to resume my hiking of the ski trails this year and so I wanted to be sure to ask the staff about good trails for less… husbandry, we’ll say. They nicely pointed out where on the map they thought the Forestry Service hadn’t gotten to yet. So, after a quick jog back to Cabin 1 to make sure I had my inhaler, I headed off. I’d intended to slowly get my “sea legs” back, but I missed a turn off and hiked all the way to Rudy Lake. 

Rudy Lake 2025
Image: a pristine lake (Rudy Lake) in the middle of nowhere.

Oops.

It is cool, however. Like, this is a lake you simply can not get to without walking to it. There are no roads to get you here. 

However, I am a little sore and may have overdone it already on day one. Hopefully, with a bit of rest and Aleve, I’ll be back at it in no time.


Trout Lily
Image: trout lily


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 whaling ship
Image: whaling ship in the grey, cold rain

Shawn and I have made this trip to Connecticut (and back again) five times. Once to move Mason in, and then four times now to move him out. We have never, ever been able to see anything more off the coast of Connecticut than mist. I was pretty sure that the whole fog-of-nothingness/evil was supposed to be a Stephen King thing for Maine, not Connecticut, but here we are, our fifth trip, and there is clearly NO OCEAN OFF THE COAST. It is all greyness and LIES.  

But, we managed a fun sight seeing trip anyway. 

We went to Mystic, CT, bringing along with us both Mason and his partner Jas. 

Mason and Jas
Mason, our grad, (left) and Jas (right) at the Black Sheep in Nantic, CT. 

The Seaport Museum was probably an interesting choice given the foul weather, and, honestly, I would have hoped that pouring rain would mean that we'd have the place to ourselves. No, every school group in the history of school groups were all there, making trying to get into the litttle faux village shops somewhat of a crapshoot. It was a lovely little space, though. Mason and I explored the whaling ship and I got inspired to do a better job explaining how cramped berths on sailing ships (in my case space ships) can be.  

I'm going to say, however, that my favorite thing was seeing a family of geese and their three little goslings. 

And getting to see Mason hanging out with the person he calls "love."

We did not get any packing done today, but the four of us got very moist and a little cross, so it's back to the AirBnB for us. Clothes are in the dryer and my wet toeies are tucked under the covers. We are giving up for the day, with only dinner out for plans. I wish we'd had better weather, but we had excellent company and that's what it's all about.
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 Shawn and I have arrived in Connecticut for our son's graduation FROM COLLEGE (I know. I also don't know where the time went.) I will detail the entire trip, but per usual and since it is Wednesday, I will first bore you with my reading.

This week was slower than last, but I finished up what is currently available of Nghi Vo's Singing Hills Cycle: Mammoths at the Gates and The Brides of High Hill. Of the two, I think I enjoyed Brides a little bit more because it flips the classic horror story of the imperiled bride and adds fox spirits. Plus, while Brides has all the magical Chinese-influenced characters and mythos, it has a slightly more Western storyline? The plot is plotty in the ways that Western readers, like myself, are familiar with. I loved all of these novellas, to be clear, but I think the people for whom When The Tiger Came Down the Mountain has been a favorite, this one should also work for them in a similar way.  

Then, because I was unable to download one of the murderbot books I hadn't read yet (Exit Strategy) right away, I started on an audio book from 2016 which kind of fits the vibe of the current crop of Hugo nominees, [personal profile] davidlevine 's Arabella of Mars. It's a Regency SF book in the same way that A Scorceress Comes to Call is a Regency fantasy. It's a shame, in a way. I think that David was ahead of his time. This book (which I'm only 34% of the way into) is to science fiction what romantacy is to fantasy. It's kind of high personal drama, low stakes and I'm super into it. 

Okay, so the rest of my life....

We set off on the road on Sunday. Sunday was our big push across country to Valparasio, Indiana. Shawn still has some remaining relatives in Indiana, namely her stepsiter Karen and her husband Don. I was not looking forward to dinner with them because we had been assaulted by dozens of pro-Trump signs as we drove across country and Don is... at BEST a libertairan of the sort who listens to Rush Limbaugh. But, he was mostly on good behavior, I think due to being exhausted from an extended bout of pneumonia. But, we still managed to have one interaction that was typical of him. Don is from the Chicago area originally and Catholic, so thinking this had to be a safe subject, I asked him what he thought of the new pope. He said, "Fine, except he's a Communist." I gave him my best "??" face and then said, "Uh, isn't that the point of Catholicism? What with the feeding of the poor and sharing of loaves and fishes?" Which, did, at least, give him pause. 

Monday we drove from Valparaiso to Youngstown, OH. On this trip we did a bit of sightseeing as is our wont. Shawn picked up a brochure that suggested that there were some things to be seeing in Amish country, spectifically Middlebury and Shipshewana, IN. We never actually made it to Shipshewana, as it happened, because we found a lot to explore in Middlebury, specifically this lovely little park called the Krinder Gardens


travellers
Image: Me (left) and Shawn (right) all smiles in the gardens


This little garden was genuinely charming, and I always love getting off road to see something new and/or interesting. 

cool bird sculpture in garden
Image: Lovely, weird bird sculpture in the garden

This being spring, we also got a chance to see a ton of lovely flowers in bloom.

these one flowers I love
Image: these one flowers I love (which I also grow in my own garden), but whose name I have blanked on.

So, that was fun. We saw a lot of horse drawn buggies, of course. My favorite thing about those was watching the horses very expertly knowing which stalls belonged to them in various parking lots. We even saw one buggie go into a... gas station??? (Shawn noted that the driver got out to fill a gas can, so probably fueling a generator or something. Not, as I'd hoped, gassing up the horse.)

We ate a rather boring meal at a place that advertised itself as Amish-inspired. Alas, it was only SLIGHTLY inspired. But, still, it was nice to have a sitdown meal before heading out for more hours of driving.

Yesterday, we drove from Youngstown, OH to Milford, PA. The very Milford where Daimon Knight used to hold his famous worskhop, where we spent the night in an actual MOTEL. The lady behind the counter there was a little bit... "Are you sure you don't want an extra bed?" but I refrained from pointing out that we'd hardly be sinning in that bed since we're quite legally married. But, the motel was actually very charming and I think attracts a lot of queer folks? There were some men on motorcycles who were extra friendly to us in a very 'family' way, if you know what I mean. I'm sure that lady behind the counter has a lot of disapproving to do. 

Then, this morning we did the rather short hop between Milford and Middletown, CT, where we will be for the next several days as we pack up Mason's dorm and watch him get his diploma. I shall try to post pictures and such BEFORE next Wednesday, but I guess we'll see how well I manage that.

What about you all? Do anything fun this week? Read anything new, exciting, or good? 
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 I made it back to the Twin Cities late last night, but [personal profile] naomikritzer and I had a full, lovely day.

First up, of course, was the event itself was called Moving Words: Writers Across Minnesota, which generally seems like a cool event. We started at 10:30 am, which is a bit early for Naomi, but I was up in time to see the sun rising across the southwestern Minnesota planes. Even so, Naomi was up and breakfasted in enough time for us to do a little wander through Luverne. Luverne is, as noted previously, is famous for its extensive nutcracker collection so the streets of the town are decorated with a number of nutcracker statues, and also murals. Wikipedia tells me that the murals and such are for an annual scavenger hunt (or possibly you can do it at any time, that part is less clear.)  Wikipedia also tells me that Rock County also holds the distinction of being one of only FOUR counties (out of 87) that doesn't have a lake. 

The event itself was very nice. There was a great turn out. 


event in a library basement
Image: I took this picture early. All the seats were filled by the time the event started.


It has a rather grim, industrial look in part because this was a library's basement. Still, a pretty neat meeting room. It got a little stuffy (but perhaps that's because I was the only one wearing a mask). The other two speakers included a picture book writer and illustrator, Cori Doerrfeld (with whom we'd had dinner the night before) and Dr. Jody Lulich, a memoirist and veterinarian, who I wish had hung around longer, but he was the only Black guy (and gay, to boot) in a town with a LOT of Trump signs, so he pretty much zipped in, did his talk, and GTFO. I don't blame him, but I'm still sad that we didn't get a chance to rope him into our silly adventures.

Later, when we hung out with Wendy, the organizer of this event, I wish I'd thought to ask her what, if anything, was the connection with these three people. They were, at one time or another, all winners of the Minnesota Book Award, but a lot of people have won that award over the years. Thematically, this felt a bit scattershot, but I think that one of the things Wendy talked about which might apply is that the Friends of the Saint Paul Libraries (who administer the MN Book Award, among other things, of course,) talked to regional libraries and asked them what they wanted in terms of programming. So, maybe there's a desire to have the kind of author talks that could appeal to a wider range of readers? Like, here we have non-fiction (memoir), genre (sff), and picture books for children. That's potentially draws from a more diverse population than say, just having a genre writer or a memoirist or a picture book author on their own.

After the talk, Cori, Wendy, Naomi and I all had lunch at a dive bar called the Howling Dog. The most interesting thing about the Howling Dog is that on their menu they had an item called "chislic," which none of us had heard of. Naomi tried it, as it is apparently a specialty of South Dakota, and in this case the game meat it was made of was, I believe, buffalo. 

We all got along like a house on fire so, in addition to hanging out and chatting for hours, we all agreed to meet up at the Rock County Historical Society to check out their famous collection of.... nutcrackers.


so many nutcrackers 
Image: so many nutcrackers.
 
This was just one room... of three. 

It is, however, unclear how many of the nutcrackers actually function as nutcrackers, but that's kind of beside the point. there were just so many different kinds of nutcrackers. Apparently, even LEGO made a nutcracker?

Lego nutcracker
Image: LEGO nutcracker

We spent enough time in the Rock County Historical Society having fun looking not only at the nutcrackers, but all the other things they have on display that it was getting close to closing time by the time we made it to the Minneopa State Park (near Mankato.) I had wanted to stop at Minneopa in the hopes that we might actually see their bison herd. 

Alas the bison hid from us. 

Ah well. At some point on the drive home, rather than stopping for dinner, we stopped for caffeine and OMG we talked the whole rest of the drive home... so much fun.


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I am an expert come-along friend.  One of the things I specialize in, as your come-along friend, is a keen desire to see really weird things and to try to talk you into following me on some odd adventures along the way.

Today, Indigenous People's Day, my friend [personal profile] naomikritzer has a gig at a library in Luverne, Minnesota. She and a couple of other writes (though not me) will be talking to whoever shows up at the local library. Laverne is not all the far from the Twin Cities, but the timing of the event made it difficult to make into a workable daytrip (for a late riser.)  So, we headed down yesterday.

I pulled out my handy-dandy Roadside America map and had us make a few stops along the way. The one place that I knew that Naomi needed to see, if she had not before (and she had not!) was the candy store in Jordan, MN This candy store bills itself as The World's Largest, but I have noticed some signs now proclaiming only to be Minnesota's largest. 


world's largest? Or only Minnesota's largest candy store?
Image: Me and Naomi next to the sign proclaiming the shop to be Minnesota's largest...

The internet is pretty sure that the actual largest candy store in the world is b. a. Sweetie  in Ohio. There is another in the running in Dubai. But, the one in Minnesota is well worth the stop, regardless. They have a whole section on nostalgia candies, imported candy, as well as things that aren't candy at all, like local apples, beef jerky, sodas, and more. The only thing we did backwards here is that we probably should have stopped for lunch BEFORE braving the massive crowds. 

Generally, however, well worth the detour. 

Pickings were a little slim on Hwy 169, but in Saint Peter, MN, we stopped at the Saint Peter's Pearly Gates.

Me at the Pearly Gates
Image: A bad selfie of me in front of the Pearly Gates

I jokingly noted that I now have the perfect obituary photo. Though most people who know me at all would be vey surprised to imagine that I'd be standing in front of the Other pearly gates, as I'm pretty sure they officially bar pagans and dykes. What's amusing about these gates is that they're just there to be a photo op. They are next to a park building in Levee Park, which otherwise has a very nice view of the river (the Minnesota, I think.) Naomi, who plays Pokemon Go, was not at all surprised to discover that this spot was a gym and was able to take it over and leave behind a ghostly pokemon. Seems very appropriate, IMHO.

We had to skip the two story outhouse, but did see along the way the last Big Boy and the sign for the Jolly Green Giant.

The final stop was off Hwy 60. It's called Curt's Aluminum Statues. We managed to miss getting in, as they have Thursday-Saturday hours, but we were able to park and walk around the exterior. This is fully my kind of weird place. It should be noted that all of the statues are on sale (and Naomi said she would actually have priced a set of gnomes.)  


Oh deer driving school--a VW bug with a deer in the driver's seat
Image: The "Oh Dear Driving School" with a taxidermy deer at the wheel, the VW Bug is painted to resemble a ladybug (sort of).

It was a little disappointing not to be able to go in, but we could see a lot of it by walking around the exterior.  

Luverne itself is apparently the home of a large collection of nutcrackers (over 5,000?!) in its historical society. We may try to see those, but a lot of museums are closed on Mondays, generally, and, of course, today is a Federal Holiday (though not one celebrated by Minnesota.)  Their website claims they have Monday hours, but we'll see. 

But, I will also be doing some research for what we might stop and check out on the way back. 
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 So, despite not being in the mood for any REAL roadside attractions, by chance we stopped at a Culver's in Deforest, Wisconsin, that was directly across from Sissy, the Cow..


Sissy (me for scale)
Image: Sissy, the fiberglass dairy cow (me for scale).

Sissy stands in front of a "cheese chalet" which also has a mouse climbing the signpost.

mouse so hungry, it is willing to eat a sign that says cheese
Image: How to say "I am in Wisconsin" without saying "I am in Wisconsin" (a painted wooden cut-out of a  mouse so hungry that it is willing to attempt to eat a sign that says "cheese" but isn't even a picture of cheese.) 

If we had been in the mood, we would have stopped in the chalet. We debated it for about ten seconds, but we were all just in a "let's just get home" mood. Even so, I was happy that the travel gods not only blessed our trip through Chicago on the way back--y'all, your good wishes performed a miracle, we were through Chicago on the way home in record time. I don't think I slowed to more than 40 mph (64 kmh) through the entire city, and we decided to just go STRAIGHT through downtown. So, thank you to all of you who wished us better luck on the way home. WE GOT IT. 

Yesterday, Shawn caught up on laundry, but otherwise we very consciously did NOTHING in order to recover from the trip. I think it was really smart of us to come back on Saturday so that Shawn would have a day to get her feet back under her before returning to work. 
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 Dr. Evermore in Madison
Image: Dr. Evermore birds... in Madison (Me for scale. I am only 5'2" but not ant-sized as picture might have you believe.)

I must apologize for the radio silence. After we packed up Mason, we did a LOT of days of just driving. I can report for "What Are You Reading Wednesday," that I finished up the audiobook of Darcie Little Badger's A Snake Falls to Earth. I tried to start a number of other books, but bounced out of them due to narrators that drove me a little crazy for various reason, the most annoying of which was a female reader who decided for reasons known only to herself to read the one female character on the crew in a falsetto. It was oddly off-putting, so I sent that one back, unfinished. 

But, so, other than just driving and listening to audio tapes, we only made a couple of stops on the way back. The first was to see my mother-in-law, Margaret, whom I think I noted is in hospice. She apparently waited for our return and a chance to talk to Mason because we just got the news that she's taken a downturn. She's now on oxygen and morphine. You wouldn't have known it during our visit though. She rallied for us, following the conversation like a trouper, even offering candies to Mason, like she did when he was just a smol. 

I'm glad that we had no other plans that day and so we could spend as much time as we needed. Then we only made the short jump from Indiana to Madison. I really wanted to be sure to devote some time to the Deke Slayton Museum (more on that in a moment) and so didn't want to be rushing through Chicago traffic to try to get there before it closed. Because it was such a short drive, we ended up at our hotel super early and the room wasn't ready for us yet. Luckily, I am always ready with roadside attractions. 

The first place we stopped was the site where Elvis broke up a fight...

Elvis in Wisconsin
Image: a really bad silhouette of Elvis and a long description of the event of June 24, 1977.

Roadside America is one of my favorite resources because, literally, this plaque is on the corner of a car dealership. I mean, they actually keep it up and it's not as difficult to find as you might think given it's obscure history, but the gas station where this fight took place is long gone. 

From there, we drove past a gold Civil War Statue, but did not stop for a photo op because it wasn't really worth a detour. If you follow the link, you can decide for yourself. Then, we checked out the scrap metal birds (picture above) which were ABSOLUTELY worth the detour. 

By the time we were finished with all that, we were able to check into our hotel room and take a short nap. When it was time for dinner, we briefly thought we wanted Japanese fast food, but it turned out that fast food is always kind of gross no matter which country of origin. So, Mason and I headed to State Street (Shawn opted to eat some of the not-great food to save her arthritic knees.) I think it was just as well that we left Shawn at the hotel, because Mason and I ended up being storm chasers when the TORNADO SIRENS went off. Luckily, that was after we ate at a really wonderful Taiwanese place, and were headed back to the car. As the sirens were wailing and our phones were yelling at us to shelter in place, we sat in a the car parking ramp for a long time trying to judge just how green the sky was and whether or not it was smarter to go or stay. But, after the second call from Shawn, who was worried sick, of course, we decided to make a break for it. We timed it between bursts of storm, but it was pretty harrowing. There were branches down and whatnot, but other than very threatening skies we never saw (or heard) anything truly scary, but it was still freaky, you know? Not going to lie. This will be an adventure we'll talk about for awhile.

Back at the hotel, we sat in an interior hallway with a bunch of other Midwesterners. The tourists were all outside watching the storm. 

Today, we struck out for LaCrosse to visit my dad the day after his 83rd birthday. But, we got up early enough so that we could be at the Deke Slayton Bicycle and Space Museum around when it opened at 10 am. 

Deke!
Deke Slayton statue (me for scale.)

I absolutely LOVED this museum. The bicycles and Deke really aren't connected in anyway that is obvious in the exhibit, but both stories are told well in their own way. There's a TON of astronaut memorabilia, specifically around Deke's story. And, if you're at all a fan of space, real life NASA stuff, and/or For All Mankind, this is an absolute must of of detour.  It's a very unassuming little museum, tucked into the top floor of a historical Masonic Hall. Likewise, Sparta is a surprisingly lovely town--given how many Trump signs we saw in the other small Wisconsin towns we tried to visit for these kinds of things. 10/10 would recommend. 

 In LaCrosse, we had a great visit with my folks and got to have the traditional poppyseed cake for my dad's birthday and a lunch out at Rudy's Drive-In. (And, yes, our food was delivered by a young women on roller skates!)

Now we are home with a pizza delivery on the way. I'm just relieved to not be in a car anymore. Though we could not have asked for better driving conditions along Scenic Highway 61
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 lunch counter in 1956 diner in the Poconos just outside of Milford, PA
Image: Classic lunch counter in diner built in 1956 just outside of Milford, PA

Today was mostly just driving again. By chance, I took the majority of commenter's suggestions and listened to Darcie Little Badger's A Snake Falls to Earth, having finished the Murderbot audiobook. I'm enjoying A Snake Falls to Earth so far, though I agree with [personal profile] sabotabby that the plot is very meandering. Currently, I care more about the story in the reflective world than in this one. But, I'm only about three hours into an 11 hour book. There isn't much more road ahead of us tomorrow, so I might not get back to it until we're making our return trip. 

We are in an actual roadside MOTEL just outside of Milford, PA. 

motel
Image: The Scottish Inn, an honest-to-god motel

We got off the highway ahead of this motel just to see what the town of Milford looked like and we've determined that it's worth a detour (back a few miles) just to wander around a little bit before we head on to Middletown, CT. Milford, if you are unaware, is THE town where the Milford Method of critiquing was born at Damon Knight's science fiction workshop. So, it seems appropriate for us to wander around there a bit tomorrow before the very short (only two and a half hour) drive to our AirBnB near the Wesleyan University campus. 

Hopefully, I will have some fun pictures tomorrow. 

Now, off to a shower and well-deserved sleep!
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Despite starting out under an air-quality alert with a lot of smog and then driving into misty rain near Madison, I'd say that the first day of our trip out to Connecticut was a rousing success. 

For those of you just now tuning in, Shawn and I are on an extended road trip to pick up our son, Mason, from university. He's ending his junior year (3rd year) at Wesleyan, which is located in Middletown, Connecticut. Because this is also sort of our family vacation, Shawn and I always try to plan an extra day of travel so that we can do a little light exploring of at least one state along the way. (Depending on how we go, we tend to pass through several: Wisconsin, Illinois, Indiana, Ohio, Pennsylvania, New York, and Connecticut.) This year, despite it being my home state and the closest to Minnesota, where we are starting out, we decided to start with a meander through Wisconsin. (We will do more of the same on the trip back home.)
 
As you know, Shawn and I are fond of our Very Dorky roadside attractions. So, the first place we stopped on the road was a small, very Norwegian, but also very Conservative (more on that in a moment) town called Woodville, in order to see the lion-headed drinking fountain.
 
lion headed fountain
Image: Lyda kneeling, sipping from a fiberglass cartoonish lion, with its mouth wide open.
 
It is clearly child-sized, as I had to get down on my knees. As I noted to Shawn later, I was risking both the lion's teeth and the tepid, public water. I'm not sure which was more dangerous. :-) 
 
We stopped at Norske Nook in Osseo for lunch and the pie was just as awesome as everyone says.
 
pie!
Image: a luscious-looking pie.
 
This was their lingonberry and sour cream pie and it was actually heavenly. Totally worth the detour.
 
I had on our possible agenda a stop in Elk Mound to see a place that is supposedly haunted. It's an abandoned memorial to Dunn County Postal Workers. (https://www.roadsideamerica.com/tip/30733). The description sounded cool, but Shawn's arthritic knee has been giving her a lot of trouble and the idea of climbing all those stairs just for a view (even a spectacular one) didn't, ultimately, seem worth it. So, we drove past that one. We also pulled off in Warrens, WI, intending to stop at the Cranberry Museum, but I pulled into a spot with a wooden cut-out of cartoon art of a woman serving beer and some guy talking about how he'd help her when he was done fishing or some other lightly misogynist thing. We both sat in the car, staring at that for the longest time. Without saying anything, we both were clearly thinking about how in Woodville, there were all these signs saying "Welcome" in Norwegian, but every lawn was dotted with TRUMP signs and the real estate office literally had one of those posters that says, "In this town we... " and it's things like "pray to Jesus," "salute the flag" and other dog whistles that queer folks and/or BIPOC and/or Democrats are not welcome, actually. We'd passed at least two Trump 2024 signs on the way to the Cranberry Museum, too. So, we just looked at each other and I asked a very tentative, "Uh so, do you want to?" Shawn said, "Hell no. Let's not give this town our money." So, we never even got out of the car. I just turned it back on and we escaped back to the highway.
 
As it happened, that was the right decision because we pulled into Dr. Evermore's Forevertron about 45 minutes before it was due to close for the evening. 
 
This place was amazing. No words can truly describe it. So, I will give you a few pictures to get the flavor of it.

bird face from Foreverton
Image: Close-up of a junk bird.




 
 the impossible to describe foreverton
Image: the impossible to describe Forevertron...

We could have spent HOURS exploring this place, even though it really isn't all that big? The main sculpture, pictured above, is massive--in fact, according to Wikipedia, "Dr. Evermor's Forevertron is the 2nd largest scrap metal sculpture in the world, standing 50 ft. (15,2 m.) high and 120 ft. (36,5 m.) wide, and weighing 300 tons."  Apparently, it was built to be moveable. Sections of it are held together by removable pins, with the idea that it could go "on the road." 

The whole conceit of it is pretty fascinating, too. The sculptor, Tom Every, imagined it as a Victorian device invented by a fictitious character, Dr. Evermore, who was hoping to launch himself into space, apparently, on steampunk vibes. In a way, it reminded me of Rez's Lady Poetesses stuff, where he channeled Lady Greystoke, or whatever she was called.  Like, Every clearly was having a lot of fun imagining Dr. Evermore's creations, you know?  

This place is 100% worth the detour. It's probably even worth it's own day trip.

Weird bug-like scrap sculpture
Image: Weird bug-like scrap sculpture

The forevertron roach
Image: a steampunk-junky scrap-metal cockroach
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 On Monday, we're leaving to head off to Connecticut to help Mason pack up his dorm room. I suspect most people's parents do both move-in and move-out, (which we did the first year) but since he stores all of his stuff in Middletown over the summer, we decided it was easiest just to fly him back in time to do his own moving in. 

One of the reasons we do it this way is because Shawn doesn't like to fly and Mason always swaps out books and such over the summer. So it seemed easiest to haul things home in the car. (We figure if he needs new things it's easier for us to ship them out or he can buy them in Middletown himself.)

The other reason we do this is because we then turn this May trip into a gigantic road trip/family vacation. In past years, we've spent time exploring the Pennsylvania Wilds hoping to spot an elk in the wild, checking out a very famous ground hog in Punxsutawney, and seeing the world's largest comic book collection in Indiana. This year, we're focusing the "slow" part of our trip in my home state of Wisconsin. I don't want to spoil for you the sights we're going to see, because I will hopefully be posting updates from the road, as I've done every year. If you want to see some of the things we've done, I think I've been really pretty good at using the "might be worth a detour" tag here on DW. Though "road trips" should get you all the road trips we've ever done, including our big one out to Yellowstone while Mason was still in high school. 

We're big fans of regional tourism. 

In fact, just today I booked Shawn and I a spot in September for the tea ceremony out at Como Park. I surprised Shawn with this booking, but told her that it was part of her continuing tea-themed birthday celebration. (Her birthday was in April.) It should be really fun, even though it is not private, per se, though the seating is limited. Instead, it's booked as a class, because the tea master will explain the whole event as we go through the steps. We're both really looking forward to it.

Also, last night, on a whim, we decided to have our dinner out of a food truck.

Deep Roots Food truck outside the Minnesota Historical Society
Image: Deep Roots food truck parked outside of the Minnesota Historical Society.

Shawn and I both got Polish sausages, some chips, and a root beer. We ended up in a Summit Hill neighborhood, watching a turkey eat cracked corn out of someone's bird feeder and drink water out of the bird bath. The weather (as you can see from the blue sky in the photo) has been stunning. So, it was spontaneous fun. 



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 wildflowers
Image: Wildflowers at the Great River Bluffs State Park.

On Monday, my family and I went down to LaCrosse, Wisconsin for a somewhat impromptu visit to my my parents. Ostensibly, we were also there to give Mason a chance to drive around in a very low-traffic, smallish town, but, honestly, since recently discovering the very Stepford suburb of North Saint Paul that was less of a priority. It'd been way too long since I'd seen my folks, so this was a nice excuse.

To explain my comment regarding North Saint Paul, I should say that I thought of taking Mason to North Saint Paul because I used to rather enjoy my shifts at their Ramsey County Library Branch. I remember the suburb as being kind of quiet and forgotten, but in the best possible way.  So, I don't mean to dis this town in any serious way. However, driving around we seem to have discovered that the city has a series of streets named after women on one side of a rather busy thoroughfare and men on the other. And, we're talking about very WASPY names, like Betty Avenue and Margaret Street. (Betty, by the way, total dead end.) And, there are also streets legitimately named Memory Lane and Memory Court. So, while I'm sure the residents of North Saint Paul are all nice people, except for that one person with the Don't Tread on Me flag and F*ck Biden signs in the yard, it's just that their street names are a bit... spooky, in a Stepford sort of way.

Great driving, though.

The trip down to LaCrosse was great fun. We managed to roll Mason out of bed and into the car by 8 am-ish. The weather continues to be phenomenal. We normally take Scenic Highway 61 down and that drive is insanely gorgeous.... and closed somewhere between Red Wing and Lake Pepin. Except somehow we missed the detour signs in Red Wing and ended up having to depend on GPS to get us around the torn up bits. GPS has us off-roading? Like, seriously, dirt and gravel roads? But, it worked out. As I was telling [personal profile] naomikritzer earlier today, I wish we hadn't missed the signs? Because on the way home we got on the official detour and it was just as GORGEOUS only the views we had were up and down the bluffs... I would go that way for variety some time, if I can remember it!  

The visit with the folks was pleasant. We had a great lunch, good company, and my dad got to drive around with Mason (who did amazingly with the extra pressure of needing to impress Grandpa.) 

On the way home, I talked my family into a couple of short detours. One was to the Great River Bluffs State Park, which we didn't fully explore, although we did hike out the full 0.1 miles to this amazing overlook:

black river delta
Image of the Mississippi and the Black River delta.

For those of you who imagine that the Midwest is entirely flat, that dark line on the horizon is the Wisconsin-side bluffs. We don't have mountains, it's true, but the bluffs are also NOT FLAT. This is the landscape I grew up in: deep river valleys and sandstone bluffs. You can perhaps see how I feel a certain affinity to Pennslyvania's rolling foothills and mountains. East Coasters are welcome to look up the elevation of our bluffs and snicker into your sleeves, but I dare you to drive down this part of the scenic highway and not be at LEAST a little awed by the majesty of the landscape. 

Then, I talked my family into stopping at John A. Latsch State Park. I've heard that this is the tiniest of State Parks, but it really has to be seen to be believed. For one, when you turn off the highway you're literally already there. There are zero amenities. No camping. Two picnic tables and a singular trail...

Stairs! My old enemy
Image: my old enemy! (Stairs).

...entirely comprised of stairs. 580-some stairs? Since the signage made it very clear that we could not expect to make it to the end of the trail in less than an hour, we chose not to take the trail. I sort of regret it? I may already be making plans to return! I honestly sort of love this ridiculous park for its singular, insanely challenging trail?

Today meanwhile was vacation hangover. I have been a grouch all day and have gotten NOTHING done.

At least tomorrow is another day.
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 clouds reflecting on the lake
Image: Clouds reflecting on the lake

A friend from Michigan was supposed to be staying with us for a few days this weekend, but plans changed due to a funeral. I ended up driving him to Blue Earth, Minnesota, where he was going to meet up with family and then make the rest of the trip to the Dakotas. Since I was already all the way down at the butt-end of the state, I decided to see if there was a state park I could check out. 

The internet suggested Myre-Big Island

I didn't have a huge amount of time to explore this park, since I arrived at it around 6 pm (technically the park is open until 10 pm, but I was not equipped for nighttime hiking.) So, I drove out to see the "little island" and then parked at the Big Island for a little tromp in the woods. The first thing I saw was a "fat friend" in the restored prairie near the lot. The muskrat or groundhog was munching on some clover and I paused long enough to try to get a blurry picture of her. (It's on Facebook, but it's really too pixelated to reproduce here.) 

The trail was dark and lovely, full of looming trees.

trees on the trail
Image: trail into the woods

I probably only hiked for a half hour, but I got my passport stamped and stretched my legs (which was the real point of this detour.) Plus, I saw some cool, heart-shaped mushrooms.

mushrooms!
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 Brats and potato salad
Image: Brat and German potato salad

German-Americans sure know how to party. I say this having grown up in LaCrosse, Wisconsin which hosts a gigantic Oktoberfest every year. Turns out, this is true on a smaller scale, too. 

On Sunday, when the weather was nearly ideal here in St. Paul (72 F / 22C), Shawn and I decided to check out the Deutsch Tage / German Days festival being put on by the Germanic American Institute, a building on Summit Avenue that we drive by nearly every day on the way to Shawn's work at the History Center. 

It was amazing.

Now, keep in mind that I am easily amused, so... if you decide to book ahead for next year, this might not impress you as much as it did Shawn and I. Both of us, at heart, are small town girls. So a big band tent and a bunch of metal folding chairs and tables on a large lawn screams PARTY TIME to the two of us. 

the most delightful party ever
Image: I mean... wild times, am I right?

I was most interested in the food; Shawn was most interested in getting a peek inside the Germanic American Institute's building. We started off with Shawn's goal. After walking around the exterior of the festival--food trucks parked on Summit, a couple of informational/arts booths (ranging from local jewelry artists, German hats, and random things like All Energy Solar,) the beer garden in the back parking lot with more food stalls and a whole lot of German beers on offer, and some German language booths/booksellers--we ventured indoors. They were giving an official tour on Sunday at 1 pm, but the building was open for exploration to the public. It's a nifty old building--


haus, blue sky
Image: yoinked from the internet, but this is what it looks like on the exterior.

The ground floor had two big halls, one of which they had filled with desserts made by the ladies of the Institute. Since we had not yet had lunch, we didn't stop to sample them. However, Shawn picked up some literature and discovered that they are doing dessert and coffee EVERY SATURDAY for the public. We have this set of errands we religiously do every Saturday (which, for reasons of being silly we always try to make alliterative.) At their basic they are cardboard (a stop at the Waste Management site in order to drop off the larger cardboard that we tend to accumulate that doesn't fit in our bin), coffee (self-evident), and car (a stop at Mr. Car Wash to buff up the Camry.) We are now thinking about how to include dessert. Perhaps we will do the thing where we change all the "c"s to "k's and call it Klatsch, Kardbord, Koffee, and Kar. I dunno, maybe too many "K"s for comfort.... or should I say "komfort."

small sample of desserts on offer
Image: small sample of the deserts on offer

We then wandered the second floor which housed their library and game room, as well as a few other meeting rooms. The third floor is where they had a model train exhibit set up and a craft/makers' space for kids. I took a video of the model train set-up because, of course, they had it themed as an idyllic German town. I was particularly amused by the tiny cow miniatures. There was also a basement ratskeller (basically a basement tavern). 

It was fun to just wander around and peek in places. Shawn had heard that the building had once been a nunnery? I have not done any research to confirm, but you could see it. There were a lot of small rooms to fit a little community of people. 

Back outside, I finally got my brat.  There were a couple of options for brats. The line by the "brathaus" which was run by the Germanic American Institute themselves had a super long line, so I opted for the food truck, which specialized in Austrian bratwurst (pictured above.) I got the potato salad as well, though I later also stood in line to get a potato pancake (basically latkes?)  I had to stand in the beer/schnapps queue in order to get sodas for Shawn and I and I happened to be directly behind a youngish man who was test tasting the schnapps. At one point his eyes bugged out and I said, "Yeah, that stuff will kill ya." And he turned to me and said, "OMG. YES." 

So, I mean I suspect that a lot of the fun that was had was alcohol fueled (much as it is in LaCrosse.) However, we sat on the grass, ate our food, and watched people who had come dressed up to polka, waltz, and do a fun little conga line.

Several hours well spent, IMHO.

How about you? Do anything fun this weekend?
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We arrived in Connecticut yesterday morning and helped Mason with his last minute packing stuff. Our car is now loaded down with the books he's bringing home for the summer. The rest is stored in a nearby storage united rented by him and his friends. 

Today, despite the rain, we went off for a little sight seeing. 

When Mason's friend Dalton and his mom visited Connecticut a couple of months ago, they went to Dinosaur State Park. Mason remembered the place fondly enough to want to show it to us. The main attraction is a huge slab of rock with fossilized dinosaur tracks, left by ornithopods. A cool thing to see, but difficult to express in photographs. I tried anyway:

fossilized dinosaur tracks
Image: ancient footprints! Oooo! Ahhh! Yeah, okay, it doesn't look like much.

They tried to help you visualized how cool this really was with a lot of dioramas and statues of life-sized dinosaurs. 

dinosaurs
Image: Look, this is who might have made these tracks! Are you impressed yet??

I fail dinosaur because I don't immediately recognize the one pictured above. Please drop me a comment if you do. But, I know for sure that it's an ornithopod, because I failed a quiz to guess what type of tracks these were. My guess had been theropod, like T-Rex or velociraptors, because I had assumed they were the only three-toed dinosaurs. Shows you what I know!

At any rate, the whole place was quite fun. If you are a dinosaur fan, I would say it's worth the detour. Because it's part of the State Park system, there are several walking trails. We didn't wander too far in the rain, but we did do a tiny bit of the bog walk. We wandered out as far as a little observation platform and looked out at the bog and watched the rain on the water. 

Then we headed down to the coast to Niantic. We've been to Niantic before and so we didn't do much meandering. Instead, we drove straight to Skipper's to have our now traditional lobster roll. In Connecticut, lobster rolls are served hot with melted butter.  Wikipedia informs me that legend has it that the lobster roll was invented in Milford, Connecticut, so probably to get it "done right" we should have tracked down Perry's.  But, we go to Niantic because Niantic is also home to the Book Barn. There are several Book Barns in town, in fact. We really love the one in downtown on Main Street, because that's where they house the science fiction. Since the rain was coming down quite hard at this point, book browsing was perfect, indoors. We did briefly stop by the big barn complex/campus, but a lot of it was closed up to protect the books. It was actually pleasant that way? Not too many people were there. The cat who greeted us was very determinedly looking her "her person." According to the staff, she has a favorite whom she even goes home with on occasion because he lives nearby. He had had to run back home for his cell, so she was stomping around, glancing at peopled, quickly deciding we were not HIM, and moving on. It was really adorable. 

When I was at the Main Street annex, I picked up a couple of Star Trek books for light reading. They had two written by Diane Duane: Spock's World and The Wounded Sky. 

On the way out of town we stopped at another State Park, Rocky Neck State Park. The thing I most wanted to see there were the salt marshes. We drove past those and saw a lot of egrets and Canada geese, but there wasn't clear directions about where to park to walk around those, so we checked out the beach, despite the rain. Again, thanks to the drizzle, we were alone. 

After all that, we were all pooped out. We came back to our AirBnB (which is quite lovely) and CRASHED. 

The best part of the morning was probably seeing the year old African spurred tortoise, who was getting to have a clover snack, at the Dinosaur State Park. 

tortoise in clover
Image: tortoise eating clover. Head is blurry because he was eating in a frenzy!  Very cute.
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 Today was not a day for putting miles behind us, as it were, but a day to take in some sights. I fell in love with Pennsylvania the first time we drove through it on the way to drop Mason off at college. The stretch we drove along I-80 is full of rolling hills that remind me strongly of the bluffs and coulees of my hometown in LaCrosse, Wisconsin, and the surrounding Driftless Zone, as it's called. 

As I mentioned before, growing up, my family used to send out Groundhog's Day cards, and so I've always kind of "celebrated" Groundhog's Day in some fashion. So, it seemed only fitting that since we were passing right past Punxsutawney, we should stop. 

I found this whole town to be rather delightful.

First of all, there were statues of "Phil" all over town, much like there are statues of Snoopy all over St. Paul. The first one we saw was actually outside a Wendy's. 

Even the Wendy's had one..
Image: a statue of a groundhog dressed as Wendy's.... 

If this horrifies you in any way, Punxsutawney is not for you. The whole town has gone ALL IN on the cheesy goodness of their beloved rodent, Punxsutawney Phil. You can see the actual groundhog at the local library, where he has a den he shares with Punxsutawney Phyllis. Here is a picture of me and the statute right outside of his "burrow."

Me and Phil at the Burrow
Image: Me and Phil outside his library burrow.


I did not get a great picture of the rodent himself, because the glass he was behind had been scratched and smudged by a thousand faces all pressed in to see him. But, you can view him either from outside or from the inside of the library, in the children's section.

Here is the terrible picture of this world famous rodent:
The furry butt of the world famous weather predicting rodent.
Image: A smudgy view of the furry butt of the world famous weather predicting rodent.

He looks like he's hiding here, but he was actually busy digging up wood chips. They were both every active and adorable to watch. I can see how they'd be a big hit with the kids. We drove around the town a bit, found the official gift shop on Main Street, and then decided to brave having food at a diner called Punxsy Phil's. All I can say about that experience is that the food was very perfectly greasy spoon and the waitress really wanted these two ladies to want separate checks, even though Shawn very pointedly said she was waiting for her wife, while I was off in the bathroom. Le sigh. This, unfortunately, jives with all of the "Trump 2024" bumper stickers and lawn signs we saw as we drove through some of the backroads.

Le sigh.

We then drove around a bit through the Elk Scenic Highway. We did not see any elk, alas. All of the tourism guides say that if you have any real chance of seeing elk, it's in the fall. So, of course, we're here in the spring. 

Even so, the scenery was amazing, though I swear to god, every semi truck on the planet was careening down these tiny, winding roads right on the back of my bumper. Insane!

The last sight we really wanted to be sure not to miss was the Kinzua Sky Bridge.  This used to be a railway bridge, but a tornado destroyed it and now it's a walk way. 

The bidge is very tall.
Image: a very tall bridge. 

The Interpretive Center told us that this bridge is taller than the Statue of Liberty. I would believe it. There were hawk soaring BENEATH us at points. The view is spectacular. They also have a glass panel in the floor of the thing where you can look down (or, you know, if you're INSANE, stand on the one inch thick glass.) Shawn, generally, was uncertain.

Crawling seemed safest, really
Image: Crawling seemed safest, honestly.

Then, after enjoying the sky walk and the amazing giftshop, we hit the road. We had not actually booked a hotel anywhere because we wanted to remain flexible in our plans. Shawn started searching for interesting places and stumbled across the Kane Manor Inn. The inn itself was booked solid, but they have an overflow guest house and so we snapped up a room there. It's actually in a house across the street from the manor, but the room is lovely. The manor itself is amazing and we'll be have having breakfast there in the morning.

The breakfast room
Image: The breakfast room.

Anyway, today was a wonderful day. The temperatures never crested 70 F/21 C. I think, actually, it stayed in the mid-60s (around 18 C) all day. 

Tomorrow may be mostly driving? We'll see if we stumble across anything interesting. 
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 My wife and I have argued long and hard about whether or not there is anything interesting in Indiana. 

Apparently, we simply never drove far enough.

If I could recommend you any town in Indiana, my recommendation would be Elkhart. Go to Elkhart. It's got a cool, historic downtown, a Botanical garden,  a really pretty amazing Environmental Center, and... The Hall of Heroes

We ended up in Elkhart, entirely by chance. We had, in fact, not intended to stop anywhere at all today, and, instead, just drive straight through to Youngston, OH. But, at one of the rest stops, I picked up a tourist brochure which had been organized by "stops along I-80." Shawn read to me in the car and when she hit the Hall of Heroes, I was like, "WAIT. There's a comic book and superhero museum and it's only about a minute off the main highway???" 

Of course, we had to go.

The only problem was that it didn't open until 11:00 am. We arrived in Elkhart at 10:20 am. We could have just sat outside the shop? But, we would have been staring at this rather unimpressive storefront for a half hour:

boring storefront of coolest place on earth
Image: A very boring view of one of the coolest places on EARTH.

So, Shawn flipped through our little tourism guide and discovered that there was a Botanical Garden just down Main Street. We found that, stopped in, but even though it looked like it might be quite nice, we were a bit put off by the sign that said that free admission was only for people who could PROVE residence in Elkhart County. I inquired within to see if we were BARRED or if we just had to pay, and it turns out we could have gotten in for $10 a piece. We decided, instead, to hop back in the car and check out the free Environmental Center further down the road.

What a good choice.

fungus amongus
Image: cool fungus!

We wandered around through a wetland (saw a number of baby ducklings with their mama) and through an open prairie (and watched purple martins flit into their houses.) The trails near the Interpretative Center were very short loops and so perfect for a quick stretch and stroll, while we waited for the superhero museum to open.

A train stopped us for a short time, but we made it back to the Hall of Heroes around 11:30 am. We were the only people in the museum and so the guy behind the counter, John, gave us a personal tour. He asked us if we were fans of the movies or comics, and I was able to tell him that I grew up reading my cousin's father's comic books, which he'd started collecting almost from the moment comics were published, so I'd grown up on Jack Kirby and Stan Lee. Shawn came to comics from a slightly different angle, having loved all the Strange Tales and horror comic books. We collected comics together all through college, and then, of course, became fans of the MCU. 

John was THRILLED and so very carefully pointed out all the cool draft sheets and inked pages they had on display, like this early Kirby art:

Jack Kirby!
JACK KIRBY'S ART!!!!!!

Shawn and I spend a good hour at the museum, even pausing to play Deadpool pinball for awhile. 

Man, what a find!

That was all we did today, but tomorrow, it's the Pennsylvania Wilds. I should have a lot more to share.  And, because I've been listening to books on tape, I'll even have some things to report for "What Are You Reading Wednesday." 

Hope you all are having a good week without me!
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 A stand that looks a bit like an award plaque with a tiny vestibule containing the supposed remains of Saint Charles Borromeo
Image: A stand that looks a bit like an award plaque with a tiny vestibule containing the supposed remains of Saint Charles Borromeo

My friend Gerriann is an Italian art/art historian blogger who is thinking about writing a book about relics. As part of her research, she discovered that there is a church in Saint Paul that has several saints' relics which they display at certain times of the year, The Nativity of Our Lord.

I don't know about you, but I find this sort of thing deeply fascinating. I grew up Catholic adjacent (my grandparents were very devout Roman Catholics) and, as many of you know having read my Archangel Protocol series, I was very affected by being an insider outsider to this culture/religion. In particular because I also spent my formative years (4th through 6th grade) at a Catholic middle school, where as part of the end of the year celebration we received our report cards at the altar at a Mass during communion (this may have only happened the year that my Catholic colleagues were doing first confession, but it was memorable). Regardless, imagine if you will, a very smol Lyda going up with the other students to receive the body of Christ, having to say 'uh, sorry, no thank you, I'm not Catholic," to the priest and then scurry over guilty in order to get my report card. I remember going back to the pew while my friends and colleagues prayed looking to see how I'd done in religion. As a non-Christian Unitarian, I was very confused by the "A" I saw there. Didn't this Christian God know that I was a heathen?  Apparently not. Or, perhaps, they liked me anyway.... which, oddly, fit with my Unitarian Universalism belief that all religions are shards of one Higher Power, if you will.

So, don't think that I attended this church merely to mock the practice of worshipping the bones of saints. When I say that I find this fascinating, I mean totally, respectfully FASCINATING. 

The thing that struck me about the relics at The Nativity of Our Lord was how many they seemed to be in possession of.

A kneeler in front f a display case full of SIX different saints' bones in their odd, award trophy like cases.
Image: A kneeler in front f a display case full of SIX different saints' bones in their odd, award trophy like cases.

Except for the height that they were placed on the wall (these obviously being placed so that you could view them while you knelt), this display case really reminded me of a high school's trophy case. The image above was only one side of this little room. There were at least another half dozen on the other side. That makes for at least a dozen saints' bits... and all of these were only the saints that were being displayed in November, for their feast days. There will be a whole new set on display in December. They have a whole list of the relics and when they are on display here: https://nativitystpaul.org/relics

Today the little reliquary room was open because it is the feast day of Saint Charles Borromeo: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charles_Borromeo.  A fascinating dude, who is, in fact, related to the Medici (the Milan branch, at any rate). The House of Medici are, of course, (in)famous for their connection to Niccolò Machiavelli's The Prince. So, I feel like if you're a Machiavelli fan or a fan of Ada Palmer's Papal Election LARP, it might be worth a detour to come check out Charles' Borromeo's bones, as it were.

The room the relics were in had a heavy iron gate that looked locked, but the church had very helpfully put up a sign that said, "This door is open. You're welcome to go inside." Otherwise, I might not have felt like it was okay. There is no donation box at the door to the reliquary, but Gerriann and I took a moment to light a candle in front of the side altar to the Virgin Mary and you can make a cash donation there, if you like. The candles are a dollar a piece, so we left two bucks? Obviously, it's not required, but since we were strangers to this church and were taking pictures, it felt like the decent thing to do. I say this in case this seems like something you might like to see for yourself but feel weird about the idea of going into someone else's holy place when you might not be a believer. 

The church itself is also worth a visit. It's gorgeous and just celebrated it's hundred year anniversary. 

The exterior of The Nativity of Our Lord
Image: The exterior of the Nativity of Our Lord on a grey and overcast November day.

A view down the main chapel walkway towards the altar, there is very pretty blue stained glass windows visible on the right.
Image: Interior shot--A view down the main chapel walkway towards the altar, there is very pretty blue stained glass windows visible on the right.

Ger and I wandered around the church a bit to admire the architecture both inside and out. It was a fun little excision. There is another church over in Minneapolis that also has relics on display, so, if we get the chance, we will also check those out and I will report back. 

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