Today we start home, stopping briefly in Sioux Falls to pick up sister Jill, who will be staying with us for several days. Yesterday we spent with Kari and Jon touring the area, stopping in at two state parks (Bear’s Head, Vermillion) to spend time looking at water and trees and rocks and wildlife, charging our batteries from the source … nature itself.
We ate … my, my, didn’t we eat. We went to a restaurant that online promised us sandwiches but in person delivered only Indian food. We sat at tables overlooking beautiful Lake Shagawa while uniformed personnel brought us fried bluegill and mushroom ravioli. We ate tiny cheesecakes the size of chocolates. My plan is to seek out any under-the-table M.D. at home who will get me enough Ozempic to take off at least the cheesecake, fried potatoes and the last two fillets of bluegill that appeared in unseemly lumps on my waistline.
It’s 4:30 am as I am typing this entry, it is raining on the cabin roof, and in an hour we will load our precious possessions, most of which sorely need a laundering, into the Subaru and take off. However long it takes to get back to this special area, I know that what is essential about the Boundary Waters will still be here, waiting as it has for millennia. All I need to do is add me.
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After skipping the news for a week, I watched briefly last evening for a short time. Stepping back a foot or two it is obvious that our world is being run by children with bad upbringing and madmen. It deserves better and so do we all.
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Little Home In The Valley 