While Megan is running, Dave and I are biking the same route and seeing the same beautiful, rolling hills, and fields of prairie flowers in blue, white, purple, and yellow. This is the kind of landscape we usually drive through fast, on our way somewhere else. But on bike or foot, it is beautiful.
I realized this is the opposite of our usual road trip, where we go vast distances encased in a car. On this trip we are moving slowly through ordinary Minnesota, absorbing the land. (Here is a photo taken at the end of Megan's evening run at dusk.)
Lunch in Dalbo--a real town with a bar/cafe, Post Office, and a fire station. Kids playing pool in the bar, the local volunteer fightfighters having lunch (more about them later), a dusty, stuffed Golden Eagle on the wall (Isaac's first sighting on his taxidermy tour of middle Minnesota).
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