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As I write this post, I realize this will be my last Sunday post. But stay tuned, later this week I'll have a wrap-up post. We return the van on Friday. 

On to our week 6 on the road:

The week started with a visit to Little Big Horn in Montana, which I opted out of due to expected boredom. Although that was a good move, it was not without its own pain. I spent the time at a cafe trying to do work as I listened to non-stop Native American music. From there, we continued on to North Dakota, where the best place I could find for hotel night was the Staybridge Suites in Bismarck. And, believe me, I had spent a whole lot of time searching for places to stay in ND. I have my google search history to prove it. But, hotel night is hotel night so I'll make the most of it. 


We get settled into the hotel. The TV immediately goes on to get me through my week of withdrawals. (Judy likes calling me "Mike TV" - reference from Willie Wonka). Then, I see we have a microwave and am getting happier by the minute. I take out my microwave popcorn, put it in the microwave on the popcorn setting (yes, I put it on the popcorn setting). I sit down, change the channel, look up, and see a smoke-filled room and the start of flames, followed, of course, by the smoke alarm going off. Judy quickly grabs the popcorn and puts out the flames on the bag and tries, unsuccessfully, to get the smoke out of the room but the windows won't open. Fortunately, I am not the first person at the Staybridge Suites to do this, so when I tell them to cancel the call to the fire department they are able to do so. Oh well, guess it was time to go for a walk around Bismarck anyway. By the way, the room smelled like burned popcorn all night and through the morning.


On to Minnesota...


We visited Lake Itasca, MN, which is where the Mississippi River starts. So very cool and Judy will be covering in one of the posts. Definitely worth the stopover. From Lake Itasca, we went to Duluth and then across the bridge to Superior, Wisconsin. We had planned to make our way to the U.P. and visit Porcupine State Park (on Molly's recommendation) but we couldn't find a place to stay, which also meant it would be too crowded for us given these COVID times.


We then made our way to Marinette, WI, which is a small town on the Wisconsin/Michigan border. It is also where the Jewish cemetery for the Jews from northern Wisconsin are buried, including my grandfather, my grandmother, and a few of my uncles and aunts. I haven't been to the cemetery in probably 40 years. It was very moving to see the graves; much more than I had expected it to be. After visiting the synagogue, which although is inactive is still in very good shape, Judy and I took ourselves out for a traditional Friday fish fry. For those of you not familiar, EVERYONE in Wisconsin has Friday fish fry. 


We then spent Friday night in an RV park in Oconto, WI. This is the town where my dad was born and raised. I haven't been there in probably 25 years. With my dad passing last year, it was very special for me to be back there again. It brought back a lot of nice memories. As Judy and I were hanging in the van at night (on this special memorable night for me in Oconto), we were attacked by lots and lots of mosquitoes and Judy, the master of killing them, kept squashing them on my computer screen, and I would then remove them with our dirty socks (to remove the blood... ugh). Oh, this life never gets old, does it?


The next day we drove to Milwaukee, through Green Bay of course! Stopped by Lambeau Field and Anduzzi's Bar. That is the bar where I go each year with the "Green Bay crew" to see a Packer game. Our annual "The Hangover" pilgrimage. Was sad seeing it so empty and no "Nash Vegas" or Jean's breakfast burritos. To the "Green Bay crew" - we'll be back! 


On to Milwaukee, where I grew up. Went to a few of my favorite eating spots (Benji's and Kopp's) and visited the graves of my parents and my sister. Very sobering. Hadn't seen my father's headstone because he just passed last summer. Still very strange for me to be in Milwaukee and not see my dad (let alone my mom). I spent so much time the past couple of years going back and forth to see him. A very empty feeling now for me to be there and not visit him.


As we are concluding the trip shortly, I want to share the three statements Judy has said on this trip that just show how different we are:


Gas: I get nervous when the tank gets below 1/2 tank and then I start looking for places to fill up. Judy doesn't even flinch until the light goes on. She then thinks she has another 50 miles or so to go. So when Judy says to me, "I think we need to get gas," I totally freak out.


Food: I can never have enough groceries stocked up. I live with a full refrigerator and full cupboards. Judy is much more resourceful than I am and can literally make a meal out of scraps that I would discard. So, when Judy says to me, "We really don't have any food to make lunch," I know we are in trouble. That means the bread is way too green and the raspberries are way too fuzzy,


Danger: I am much more cautious than Judy. Some would say -- and they would be right -- that I can often be a real "scaredy cat." Judy, shall we say, enjoys life more than I do and is more daring to take risks than I am. So when Judy says to me, "I don't think this is safe," - you know it - I totally freak out.


And, yes, Judy has said all three of these statements in the past 6 weeks.


Observations / Tidbits from Week 6:

* Fish fry's are still great

* Hotel night is still the highlight of the week for me

* It amazes me that mosquitoes can still find places to bite me

* Not all popcorn settings on microwaves are the same

* Even in the summer, cars cannot run with no anti-freeze


Our itinerary for week 6:

Day 38 - KOA - Hardin, MT Day 39 - Staybridge Suites - Bismarck, ND Day 40 - Camp Itasca - Lake Itasca, MN Day 41 - KOA - Hayward, WI Day 42 - Holtwood Campground - Oconto, WI Day 43 - KOA - Union, IL Day 44 - KOA - Perrysburg, OH

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Land of 10,000 Lakes -- and a beautiful river.

Thank you, Jeremy, for the recommendation to visit Lake Itasca, where the Mississippi River begins its flow.


And the Mississippi's mighty

But it starts in Minnesota

At a place that you could walk across

With five steps down...


Hmmm, so where does a river actually begin? The concept first came to me when I heard those words in a favorite Indigo Girls tune, "Ghost." Listen here and read the lyrics if you'd like.


So after not speaking for nearly 2 hours because someone was cranky that we couldn't find a campground, northern Minnesota greeted us with a rainbow. A better omen...?

We've arrived. The rocks in the foreground indicate the headwaters of the Mississippi River (Cranky Man took this photo; he might be feeling better).

Rivers might be my favorite waterway...

Lake Itasca is peaceful and unpopulated at sunset...

...save for Loren Ingebretsen, who has just caught a big one. You might have spotted Loren in the picture above (also taken by Cranky Man).

This will either go really well or really badly. Judy takes her chances and crosses over the Mississippi to where Loren is fishing (unaware that Cranky Man is photographing her).

She is greeted by a big smile and an uncranky man (!) who shows her the fish he's just caught and is quick to tell her that he loves fishing here so much because his great grandaddy came to this part of Minnesota back in the 1800s as a homesteader. Judy's hooked!

He keeps his reel in the water and asks Judy if she'd like to hear a story.


JUDY: Well, sure.

LOREN: One of my own or a story written by someone else?

JUDY: I'd love to hear yours.

LOREN: Well okay then. It was 6:30 a.m. on a 4th of July morning...


Click here if you'd like to listen along...


There's also a real cool feature the National Park Service offers where you can have people watch you there on a webcam. Lizzie sent us this picture of Mark, disinterested and a grateful distance away from Judy who is talking to Loren.

The night is lovely. But still no place to stay.

Judy frets. Loren suggests a nearby campground. It seems perfect.


The office is closed when we arrive. It is country-dark outside. (Okay I'll stop telling the story as if I'm Loren.) They've posted a note for late-arriving campers to just choose an empty spot and square up in the morning. We set up to cook dinner in the dark -- an unwelcome challenge for two people who still aren't talking -- and suddenly we both realize the mosquitos have swarmed us. Still not speaking, we jump around grabbing food, bug spray, plates, and jam it all into the front seats of the van.


We slam the doors shut and stare straight ahead with all this crap in our hands.


Then Mark slowly crawls into the back of the van for a bottle of red wine (Thank you Rotter-Coopersmiths!) and a cork screw. In our hermetically sealed van, we spend the next hour in the driver and passenger seats eating something like dinner and drinking the wine out of the bottle like we're in middle school.

By the morning we were speaking again. On to Wisconsin!






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Indeed, we had some legendary moments in North Dakota.

It is a much more beautiful state than we were prepared for. Entering from the west, we were surprised to see more badlands...

And then it gets all lush and farmy...

We learned that North Dakota grows more sunflowers than any other state -- and they were kind enough to bloom at their peak season, early August.


Lots of fracking, right in the middle of farm fields.

And plenty of quirky: Meet Salem Sue, "The World's Largest Holstein Cow."


And the highlight of quirky: landing in Fargo, where the Visitors Center has this original prop signed by the Coen Brothers. Oh Jeez. Can't recall the details? Click here.

And on the subject of quirky. Another Campervan sighting.

Next stop: Minnesota





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Torrential rain as we leave our house, then just as we get on the NJ Turnpike and we're gifted with a rainbow (look beyond the white car in the distance)

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