Departing from my home in Western NC – we fit the entire thing in my Subaru once again.
Greg, my fierce and vigilant co-pilot – he’s journeying to Davenport.
The view of a lighthouse from the Badger Car Ferry on Lake Michigan.
Dad and I at our put-in at William O’Brien State Park
A sea-faring fellow named Gene, who we met at the Afton Strawberry Festival on Lake St. Croix. This is his normal get-up, including the cane and the pipe.
We were lucky enough to get a four mile tow to the confluence of the St.Croix and the Mississippi and a dry place to sleep from the infinitely kind Tammy and Dave. I’m convinced that Minnesotans are the nicest people this side of the Mason-Dixon Line.
Here’s a golden eagle flying . Photo Credit: Greg Halloran.
Here’s a golden eagle. Photo Credit: Greg Halloran
We’re docked at the bustling metropolis of Old Fronternac during the second day on the Mississippi – deciding where to camp.
Watching the sunset on Long Point (Long Island this high above flood stage*) in Lake Pepin (formally called the Lake of Tears*). The Mississippi flows through the center of many lakes.
The Skyline of Red Wing MN (or Wisconsin, I forget which side it was on*). This is our first encounter with barges.
An old machine building – there were ominous faces carved into a few of the bricks.
Minnesota welcomes you.
The most beautiful sunset of my life – it made me feel incredibly small.