I traveled to my ancestral homeland of Minnesota for Memorial Day weekend. Well, Friday night I only went as far as Prescott, WI, where the St. Croix River meets the Mississippi River. The St. Croix River is the border between Minnesota and Wisconsin from Prescott on up north, through Hudson and Stillwater. Friday night I slept on my brother's boat. (Click on any of the pictures to make them bigger.)
picture in an earlier post), their spouses, and I spent most of the day on my sister's family boat, on Lake Minnetonka. We beached the boat in a nice bay (see right), and stood in the water enjoying margaritas and Coronas and laughing. I haven't laughed so hard in ages, it seems. We pulled up to Lord Fletcher's later in the day--a boat-in restaurant/bar.
At one point, it was advertised as the largest flea market in Minnesota. My memories from the 1980s and 1990s is of a place with big crowds, a go kart track, tons of junk for sale, and my grandparents holding court with their friends inside by the bar, enjoying beer and listening to polka or country/western bands. It had this frantic carnival feel, with the vendors set up in front of their campers, transient sellers of new and used junk. Seems a little different now.
Sixth Sense" given my health experience, if you get my drift and I think you do.