Five days? To drive from Minnesota to St Louis? Are you sure you are giving yourself enough time?” the words of this discussion played over and over in my head on day five of this journey.
I headed into Iowa along the Great Mississippi River Road. Fields of Opportunities is the Iowa slogan posted on the state welcome sign. Unsure what that really means but since I have been to Iowa numerous times over my 53 years I knew one thing was certain…fields upon fields of corn and soybeans! Opportunities…well my hope was an opportunity to see a part of Iowa I have never seen before. I accomplished that as soon as I had crossed the boarder into the state.
I was now clean of the Whitewater State Park mud and back on the road heading towards Winona, Minnesota. This historic town is located along the banks of the Mississippi River and almost every canoe paddler in the world knows the canoes that have made this small town famous: Wenonah Canoes. I was excited to find what this town held for a canoe paddler like myself.
I am only on day three of my Great Mississippi River Road trip to St Louis. I made a planned detour off the Great River Road to the west, hopefully to end my fishing season with a trout at Whitewater State Park. I started of my fishing season this year with a catch of my first every rainbow trout. Landing one at the end of the season would just be a perfect way to end my season.
My self imposed criteria for not being crazy when I see something strange is to have either a picture or a witness. So this following true as I experienced story, may fit the crazy part as I have no pictures or witnesses. I did have a ton of text message traffic between me, a friend, and the Hubby but in the end none of that fits the criteria.
I really don’t try to be strange or to have strange things happen around me. I really don’t scare easy either. Although, the universe sometimes has other plans for me and thus the Hummm file continues.
To start the week of scary here at The Cedar Journal I promised that I would post our scary cemetery story on the week of Halloween. I now realize that a great deal of travel and other scary stuff has happened to me since then and so by the end of the week this may just seem like cool photos of a nice Scottish Cemetery.