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.
Hello blog readers of The Cedar Journal. There will be a bit of a delay in this weeks posting due to technical issues I am having with WordPress.
It all started when I saw last week I saw that someone overnight had changed the name of our site. Hubby, always the optimist thinking it was only a glitch, I, who worked for the government for years, fearing the worst as someone hacking our site.
I am working with WordPress on this issue. As today I started to write my blog and the site suddenly lost all my material I had written this morning. Frustration for sure, more like I wanted to throw my computer and the entire blog thing out the window.
I do have other things going on in my life besides rewriting blogs after losing them.
Duh, if only the WordPress people could understand that and figure out what is actually going on.
Then my life will go back to normal of not hating my computer, WordPress and the dark web of hacking.
I need to be in a better place, like learning stuff for my Dutch driving test… ok, also not on my favorite “Things I like to do” list, but I still have to do it!
I hopefully will have this worked out soon and will post a continuation of my Great Mississippi River Road trip.
Part of the fix is that I will not receive email notifications for a while from any of my followers. If it takes me time to respond to any of your comments or emails, I apologize for my delay in advance.
Have you had issues with your blog? How did you resolve? Have the issues ever returned? How responsive was WordPress staff? Share your comments below.
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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.
First scary exists everywhere! If you believe that anything is possible then it opens you right up to the chaos of the world. To be able to see it and then capture it in words is a talent. Here are a couple of bloggers (and remember scary is in the imagination of the writer and the reader) who have scary takes in some of their stories.
So when I pulled into Wabasha, Minnesota from two days of travel smell and road dust on me I am sure I did not look like a sit behind a desk travel blogger. In fact, I am sure I felt and acted like I did when I emerged out of the BWCA three years ago. All I wanted was a shower and a good meal!
On day two I had already filled my day along the road, yet it was still early, only mid morning. It was 10:30 am Sunday when I headed out of Afton State Park . I continued my trip along the West side of the St Croix River. I knew that the St Croix linked with the Mississippi River around Hastings, Minnesota. I had been there earlier in the Spring and had marked my map on the route I would take.
As I started day two of my Great River Road trip I woke to a mist and the sun peaking over the horizon. I put on my coffee and started the repacking of the car.