We've made it out of Minnitropolis unscathed. Mason successfully navigated the restrooms at the airport not once, but twice, without being arrested for lewd acts and Devin and Donald both survived...errr...enjoyed visits from their lovely girlfriends Michelle and Kristen. Our first night out of the city was spent at Afton State Park just up the hill from the Mighty Mississippi. Got in late and three of the four of us ended up sleeping on top of picnic tables. It must have looked like some feast gone horribly wrong. I know it smelled like that at least.
Yesterday we made good time and about 60 miles and camped on the shores of Lake Pepin. Had a camp fire and a nice rest, save for the speeding midnight trains. I cooked breakfast over the fire this morning and felt a little bit like Grizzly Adams. Except I don't think he ate corn beef hash burritos.
Hit the road and have been winding our way through beautiful rural Minnesota. We've been shadowing the river and hope to camp next to it again tonight. I discussed the intricacies of catfishing with a gentleman today and hope to pull a little dinner out of the the Muddy Miss here pretty soon. It sounds as if they are a hard catch as they only eat "...pretty much anything." I hope they like zucchini. We'll check in in a bit with more details. Just didn't want anybody to think we were dead. Word-K
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Hey,
Glad to hear you are still alive and pedaling. You do have your guardian angel in your pocket, or sock, or whatever, right? Sounds like you guys are in a bit of a "groove". Catch (and release) a catfish for me please, Karl. We love all the videos and photos. Please, no more hummingbird sandwiches though, they give me nightmares.
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