Hey Mike...........got your PM. I'll check it out. I'm not on the internet much these days except for XP, SummitPost, and email. Thanks.
Merv.......thanks. Yep, I love cruising the highways but I'd switch with you in a second. I love South America (been there 7 times and have lived in Ecuador). So yea I'm a bit envious in a good way...........
So after a brief stay in Grand Rapids, Minnesota, we were on the road and once again driving west on Route 2. And what a great way to cross the country........getting off the interstates and taking it easy (real easy) and exploring the small towns of America. We stopped for what was a planned short lunch break at Cass Lake but soon after I stopped I was engaged in a deep conversation (well, not really) with about (20) Native American kids form the Chippewa Band at the dock. They had tons of questions for me about my trip and they loved the dogs. It all ended on a sad note when one of the boys decided to ride his bike off the dock and knocked his tooth out when he hit the handlebars. Fortunately he wasn't in pain and seemed to be fine so soon after we all parted ways.
Beautiful Cass Lake.........
The kids...........
Ugh............
Our next stop that needs to be mentioned was in a small town where I saw this little stand selling fresh vegetables and baked goods. Of course I hadn't let go of my desire for a blueberry pie. Well, I couldn't believe it. This Amish family baked fresh pies every morning and sold them here. It was too good to be true. I left with a fresh baked blueberry pie and pumpkin squares (all organic too). Awesome !!
Back on the road and continuing west on a beautiful day in northern Minnesota just thinking about my pie. Could it get any better ? Yep. Out in the middle of nowhere I look across the highway and there's another stand. As I'm passing by I notice an Amish woman with her (3) children give me a friendly wave. So, of course I have to turn around. I stayed for nearly an hour chatting with her and her (13) year old son. What a fascinating life they live. The boy told me how he rides a horse (6.5) miles (one way) to his one room schoolhouse. He told me how sometimes the snow / drifts are almost as high as he stands and he'll ride through it cause he doesn't want to miss school. They were so polite and genuinely thankful and seemed to be so happy. It does seem like an idyllic lifestyle. Anyhow, I hated to move on but I did so with many more baked goods (I had to buy more........I mean, how could I leave without ?). So it was back on Route 2 and we were moving west.............
Today I am posting from a Starbucks in Grand Rapids, North Dakota (we just arrived here about an hour ago)..........