1037 September 10, 2023 Wisconsin

Two other RVs joined us in the backlot and we had a quiet night…no trains!

This morning there was a small bunny munching grass by the parking lot.

I took a walk to the Community Center.

This weekend was the Chalk Fest.  Artists were busy making repairs to their creations.  The rain damaged many of the drawings.

Tim told me that the Mississippi River was just blocks away.  I started walking to try and find it!

The headwaters to the great Mississippi begin in a glacial lake, Lake Itasca, about 150 miles north of Monticello in north central Minnesota.  It starts as a trickle and then further south it is joined by the Saint Croix River where it widens and flows more rapidly.

The Bridge Park was beautifully landscaped.  There was a riot of brightly colored annuals and perennials.  The flowers are a little past their prime this late in September.  I can imagine how lovely it was several weeks ago.  Someone puts a lot of love and hard work into caring for this space.

This VW bug is decorated with thousands of plastic bottle tops of all colors and sizes.

I found my way through the city and back to the RV and then we began another long day of traveling.

These flowers were blooming at a rest stop.  They also grew in the median of the highway and along the shoulder in a long golden stream.

Lots of onions!

We took 94E and the beltway around Minneapolis and Saint Paul.

Soon after, we crossed into Wisconsin.  The landscape was still mostly farmland but it was greener and hillier and there were more trees. 

There were also lots of billboards advertising cheese and fudge.

We were now east of the Mississippi River.  We haven’t driven across the country since January.

We stopped in midafternoon so that Tim could rest while I got some groceries and supplies.  We got another 60 gallons of diesel fuel.

Tim drove for another long while and we started to think about where we might stop for the night.  We found a Walmart along the interstate.  It is a good thing that we looked when we did because there isn’t much for a long way after this little town. 

Tim rode his bike and I did some cleaning. 

We have less than 1,000 miles to go to get to Atlanta!