Walls of Red Wing

Lastnight's pizza was disgusting. Though not as disgusting as Den stepping in some regurgitated item from the cat this morning. Perhaps it had some of the pizza. 

Fortunately our sumptuous accommodation, mega brekkie - best coffee and peanut butter so far- and the fab host made up for it. 

We drove off in the rain and Lou uttered the rare words "Shall I put the heat on?"

H61 took us over the river into Wisconsin today, the Dairyland state. And it would appear a huge pro-life area. The billboards kept catching us unawares - or our pro-choice camera refused to capture them. So no pics of the giant smiling babies and moralising statements. 

Some of the navigation is challenging at times as H61 can be another 3 highways at the same time. But the co-pilots rise to the occasion. 

We passed Boscobel, which is Wisconsin's wild turkey hunting capital. Obviously. And stopped at a diner where you called up the kitchen from the tabletop phone to place your order. 

We saw a guy wearing a great union t-shirt saying don't criticise their pay and conditions being better than yours, fight to improve your own. And blame the rich. Tick, tick, tick. He was very happy that we complemented it. 

We then crossed back over the river into Minnesota and sang along to Gram Parsons, Tommy Johnson and Hank Williams, amongst others. And drove though completely new topography of high ridges, then plunging down over the Mississipi bluffs to lush tree filled valleys, with Scandinavia and German settled towns. We overtook Amish carriages (sorry, pics are on posh camera), saw American robins

and drove past lakes within the Mississipi

River, due to some glacial flooding thingy. 

We finally arrived at our little basement apartment for the night in Red Wing, Minnesota (Go Twins).

with great garden views.

We went out for dinner, tried to understand a baseball game and marvelled at the clear night sky

then watched some TV, which along with the radio really do have bonkers adverts with a tonne of warnings/sub-clause alerts as ridiculed in a The Simpsons/Family Guy. 

Final leg tomorrow to Duluth. 

I did not know that: Red Wing is famous for having the world's largest boot. We know how to have a good time!

And, wait for it, the birthplace of Greg Norton of Husker Du, AND the birthplace of ski jumping in America. How could we not want to move here?

Banjo: See above!

Diner: Wisconsin fried cheese curds. We like. 

Co-pilot: Uneventful, we resume 10-10. 

Mozzies: It's a DEET free world of love.