Can't Get There From Here: Highway 61

It is called the great river road and starts in Northern Mn. You can follow it all the way to the land of the blues. Minneapolis was a three night stay in a town that I had spent bits and pieces of 16 years in. I was personally surprised at my lack of any connection to to any of it? There was a moment where Lilly was watching some TV in the lower front room. I sat on her bed and remembered that this was the spot that I was when a radio DJ announced that John Lennon had been killed. I cried then and it all came back to me again. Soon after the Lennon shooting I did a sculpture titled Fates Mistake. Ronald Regan had been shot just before Lennon and If there was a deity why would he leave Regan alive and take John Lennon. It still pisses me off.

On our final night in Minneapolis Andrea and I made dinner for Paul and Donna and had some good laughs. Then in the morning it was down Highway 61.

This is a great road that follows the Mississippi and takes you through beautiful small towns that back up against rocky bluffs. We drove down to Lacrosse ( Wisconsin) and Lacrescent (Minnesota) found a camp site in between the two on an island in the river.

The camp ground ranks in the top three of the past 23 days. Green grass. Lots of trees and we are backed up to the river. Also there is a bar in the office and starting tonight is the Oktober Fest celebration that goes on for three days. A week long celebration with parades, Braurts and Beer. I glad we will be outa here latter today.

Last night I had the humiliating experience of not being able to start a camp fire. Making fire is basic MAN work. Very much like cleaning up dead animals that the cat drags in. We had no hatchet – no paper – no wax – gasoline – and the alcohol would go up to fast. SO! I tossed a log onto my propane stove to see if it would get started. The best that I could muster is a smoldering thing that we could have sent smoke signals with.