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... but I finally managed to complete the rental car reservation for our imminent Florida Keys vacations. I rented from Enterprise through the Chase Travel Portal using my CSP, (the only credit card that provides primary CDW/LDW rental insurance). I was hoping I could find what I wanted through Chase, but it took me several passes through their search engine to master the intricacies. Turns out there's a class of vehicle called "Compact SUV" that sounds like just what we want. Priced like a compact, but apparently shaped like a little minivan: higher off the ground for easy entry/exit and easy to load. Anyway, that's my hope. At $497 for 6 days it was slightly more expensive than a Nissan Versa, but not by much. And I was able to pay for it with Ultimate Rewards points, which is another plus. 

What I learned along the way.
  • The price of the exact same rental varies MASSIVELY from portal to portal and rental agency to rental agency. The prices turned up by Costco Travel were jaw-droppingly high, more than twice the cost of the other search engines I tried. Their lowest offering was a Nissan Versa for $1175!!!  The portals offered by private loyalty programs were the best (Delta and Chase). 
  • When searching for a car, don't specify the size of the car. You never know exactly how they are going to classify (or price) individual vehicles and you just might miss the best deal. 
  • Searching for one-way rentals is always possible, but full of pitfalls. On Delta Cars you can't specify the drop-off location until the second search screen. On Chase you can specify it whenever you want, but sometimes the "different dropoff" just disappears between searches. 
  • Be sure to sort the results in order of price, not the stupid default (which is usually something like "Recommended," which apparently means "most expensive"). It took me 3 passes through the Chase portal to figure this out, and then I found exactly what I was looking for (Enterprise, which was much cheaper than the competition, floated to the top with just the type of vehicle I wanted). 
  • Kayak is incomprehensible. I guess it is just a comparison engine, not one that actually completes a rental for you? It kept shifting me off to different places, like Expedia (which immediately tried to upsell me) and some squikky outfit that wouldn't tell me the name of the rental company until I agreed to rent from them (really??? What if it is Hertz?). After each dead-end I had to back up and reenter my rather complicated search criteria. I gave up and went back to search engines that remembered at least some of it. 
  • Be sure to check the cancellation policy. Most of the recommendations from Kayak were non-refundable. 
  • Double and triple-check the pickup and dropoff locations before confirming. I almost rented a car with a dropoff at some military base  because I accidentally selected "Key West" instead of "Key West International Airport" from the dropdown list.  Yikes!  
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 Our scary trip to The Keys is coming up in TWO WEEKS and I am still dithering about car rental. Haven't rented a car for years, and I don't think I have ever  done a 1-way rental. We are flying into Miami, driving down the Keys over a period of 5 days, then turning in the car in Key West and flying home from there.
 
I know enough NOT to rent from Hertz (who have developed a reputation for having their patrons arrested for car theft whenever their computer system loses track of where a car is, which happens fairly often). I have lots of credit cards and frequent flyer memberships, some of which offer good deals on various car rentals. Maybe Delta Stays has something? Chase Travel Portal? 
 
Let me know if you have any tips.
 
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See my last post if you are wondering why I am posting a picture of a giant troll.

The award for Most Gravitas goes to Long Lief (or as all the other troll hunters called him, "The Tall One.")  


And if troll hunting isn't a good enough reason to drive all the way to northwest Minnesota: you can also visit the World's Largest Turkey in Frazee. If you like this kind of thing, be sure to look up the whole turkey story on the irreplaceable Roadside America website.


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A couple of weeks ago, Richard and I road tripped to Bemidji and on the way back we detoured through Detroit Lakes for some troll hunting. It was so much fun!! It starts in the Detroit Lakes City Park and then turns into a scavenger hunt, with clues to decipher and little trails to hike. The trolls are amazing. They look impressive in photos but are so much more affecting IRL. Despite their size and blocky construction they feel alive. And somehow.... cuddly?  Even more fun is the magical effect on the people who show up to see them. They just make people happy, and friendly, and eager to make connections. There are clues in Alexa's big wooden book and more online. But there are other tips you can only get by word of mouth, like where to find the other end of the portal that Alexa is reaching into. Everybody wants to share their troll pictures and their theories of where to find the Golden Rabbit. I imagine that this is exactly what Thomas Dambo was going for. Yes, it's a long drive to Detroit Lakes, but highly recommended. 




The adventure starts at a pleasant park in Detroit Lakes, a town in northwest Minnesota that you probably never had any reason to visit before but which is now bustling with wholesome tourist traffic. I have no idea why Dambo named his Mama Troll Alexa - do they not know about Amazon in Denmark? Considering his overall message of nature over consumerism, I very much doubt that it was a deliberate product placement. But in any case, Troll Alexa will not turn on your stereo for you, just make you smile. 






Funny Face Ronny is the easiest one to get to after Alexa, and definitely the goofiest. You can amuse yourself for quite a while just watching other people posing with Ronny.






I think Jacob was my favorite. Less manic than some of the others, and built large and strong enough for your entire field hockey team to climb up and pose on his welcoming belly. Or if you're there alone, you can recline on his friendly hand, look into his gentle eyes, and tell him your problems. This one was a fairly arduous hike, but through a beautiful regional park in Frazee with rolling hillsides of prairie flowers, a historic covered bridge, and a couple of local volunteers welcoming  visitors at the start of the trail and proudly relating how they helped build these things. 





We didn't actually make it to the Golden Rabbit ourselves. We figured out where it was, but just didn't have the energy for one more mile-long hike through the woods. Another pilgrim at the Frazee site graciously shared this photo with me. 




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Hot enough to induce me to swim in the Willamette River. Upriver from Portland, but still...

Parking was scarce, as was beach shade, but we lucked out on both. Had a great time. Tried out the new inflatable raft. Picnicked on Subway sandwiches. Everybody came home and collapsed. 


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> July 3 was an oasis of spectacular weather between heat waves, which seemed like the perfect time to check out Milwaukie’s venerable amusement park. Astoundingly, the place was practically empty, apparently because it was Fourth of July weekend. (!!!)
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> Lena just found out this year that she has been living 5 miles from a full service ride park since she was a baby and NOBODY TOLD HER! It turns out to be a small, funky park with a terrific kiddie ride section and just a few big scary rides for the teenagers. Perfect for a 9-year-old and 2 fours.
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> But of course the twins are temperamentally polar opposites, so Amber ended up taking Lena and Leo on every single ride that 44” will get you onto while I gently coaxed Harris from riding the Merry Go Round repeatedly in the chariot seat to eventually mastering every kiddie driving ride. The park was so empty that he could literally ride the same ride over and over with no waiting, which is exactly how he gets comfortable with something new.


 

The small roller coaster was in the kiddie area, but nothing to sneeze at. I thought it looked too scary so Leo RODE IT ALONE before hooking up with Amber and Lena to ride it repeatedly.




We finished up with a relaxing round of mini golf in a shady riverside park filled with water features.

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The first escape was from the Shedd Aquarium, which seemed worth the pain at first but eventually became an intolerable cacophony of crowds and noise and humidity (for me, anyway. Richard doesn't care as long as he can see everything). Breaking out into the fresh marine air of the Museum Campus itself was a huge relief, except that I was desperately thirsty. And then we came around a corner and there was a glorious juice cart selling tropical fruit drinks embellished with pineapple, cherries, and little umbrellas! Honestly, that mango pineapple smoothie was the high point of the day so far. It was also located just outside the elusive east entrance to the Field Museum, which we had been searching for (closed off main entrances being kind of the theme of the day). 

Thus refreshed, we finally we got to my favorite museum, the stately Field Museum of Natural History. I have always loved these places: the Peabody Museum in New Haven, the Museum of Natural History in New York, the Milwaukie Public Museum. The classical architecture, the vaulted ceilings that dissipate noise instead of amplifying it, the dinosaur skeletons and giant elephants that always adorn the main hall. I was happy to just relax and gaze at the ceiling for awhile, but Richard wandered off and came back with reports of dioramas in the Hall of Mammals.


I just LOVE classic nature dioramas with their skillful taxidermy and lovingly hand-painted backgrounds. I even love the way they start out in kind of random order as the dioramicists plied their art on whatever the intrepid museum exploration teams of the era brought back with them. So here's some white tail deer.  Here's some African anteaters. Here's some tapirs.  Here's some mountain goats. 


And here's a rare type of Alaskan bear called a Glacier Bear that I've never heard of. But wait, there's more!  And more and more and more and MORE!!  There are hundreds of dioramas, arranged along a multitude of twisting and branching corridors. Just when you think that you might be getting back to the main hall you realize  that it is just a whole new wing of dioramas, now arranged by continent. We have only 25 minutes to get back to our bus stop for the last hop-on bus of the day and we are completely lost. We encounter other people, all of whom are also lost. The museum is closing soon and we wonder how many tourists end up spending the night here. But finally we see the glimmer of natural light in the distance and find our way back to the multiple skylights of the main hall. whew  I'm glad we got to the dioramas, but I think I've had my fill of them for a while.


Then we get to the real adventure - getting back to our hotel. We made it to the bus stop in plenty of time, but the bus doesn't come. There are some city buses nearby, but all marked Out of Service. Increasingly large groups of people wearing vaguely sports-team-like striped clothing are streaming by. Other passengers arrive with disturbing news. Due to some sort of soccer extravaganza taking place at the nearby stadium, all bus service has been blocked. We try to call a Lyft, but it clearly isn't working - we cannot get to the location where we are instructed to meet the driver. Other people try to call cabs of different types and get the same news - the Museum Campus is locked down! Cars can get in, but no public transportation. And the cars that have gotten in are just lined up in long lines outside the overfilled parking lots. 

At this point I am exhausted and defeated, so Richard uncharacteristically takes charge, declaring that if we just walk THIS WAY we will eventually get out of the Museum Campus and back to that busy north-south street we can see in the far distance. So we creep down a steep grassy slope and under a hulking underpass labeled Grant Park (which is the next gigantic lakeshore park to the north). We're probably less than 2 miles from our hotel, but we are already exhausted (not to mention old and arthritic).

Then on the other side of the underpass, our savior appears: a dashing Serbian pedicab driver who would be happy to take us not only 2 more parks to the north but all the way to our hotel door. He is friendly and cheerful, and it's a lovely ride through a lush green part of the lakeshore, with a touristy turn around the impressive Buckingham Fountain for good measure. I am not sure if pedicabs are actually supposed to be on the city streets, but when we get to the Art Institute he doesn't hesitate to dive into Chicago traffic, wheeling around cars and down the centerline occasionally, dropping us right at the hotel door. It was a little bit hair-raising, but he seemed perfectly self-assured so I guess he does this all the time. Anyway, it was an upbeat end to an intermittently frustrating day. 

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Sunday we set aside for that tourist favorite, the Museum Campus: the three famous nature museums that nobody can actually manage to do justice to in a day but if you have a pass that covers them all you just have to try. We rode the hop-on/hop-off tour bus all the way to the Adler Planetarium stop because why walk the length of that promontory twice?

The Adler is a beautiful, historic building with a rather small quantity of mundane material on display that screams "School Field Trip." We took in a couple of sky shows, which were enjoyable enough despite being in small theaters with boring modern projectors instead of the classic dome that you see on top of the building here, which is no longer open to the public. Do they use it for storage?  Sad. Anyway, the outside of this museum is better than the inside.


But the real reason for journeying to the end of the peninsula is for the spectacular skyline view. Holey moley!


Then on to the Shedd, which is a perfectly lovely aquarium that is packed to the rafters on a beautiful summer weekend. Richard enjoyed it quite a bit more than I did, having more tolerance for crowds and noise. My favorite part was actually these curious inflated eyeballs hovering outside the entrance, put there to deter the local redwing blackbirds from dive bombing the tourists. 


My favorite thing inside was probably the Seussian Sand Eels, which I didn't get a picture of. But these extremely classy sea horse things were pretty neat too. How can something this flashy also be this well camouflaged? Although I'm sure it is happier surrounded by its matching native kelp, I think it would look better as a subtly jeweled piece of wearable art on a nicely contrasting plain  background. 

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The Navy Pier is the very essence of crass commercial tourism, but always turns out to be so much more fun than I think it will be. 10 years ago, on our first visit, we were astonished to discover an extensive but little-known stained glass museum (absolutely free!) tucked away at the far end of the pier. That's gone now, sadly. But this year's wonderful surprise was Flyover Chicago. Not free, but included in our Go City pass.

This Exciting New Attraction was hardly hidden away; it just didn't sound like that much fun: a short iMax movie with a few augmented reality touches. You. Have. No. Idea. You sit down in an ordinary row of theater seats with the view partially blocked by an annoyingly high railing. They make you put on a seatbelt, which seems dumb. The lights go down, the stars come out and lighted building tops appear in the dome. Then with a discreet little creak the railing slowly folds down and your jet chairs blast off into the Chicago skyline and straight down the side of a building!!! OMG, it is so real!  The seats have metal railings, which you hang onto for dear life. You know that your feet are on the floor but somehow they appear to be dangling helplessly as your jet chair careens around spiky rooftops, dives over streets where some kind of car chase mayhem is occurring, and zips through the spray of Buckingham Fountain. It was amazing!

Since the trip is less than 10 minutes long, the attraction is padded out with a waiting room full of engaging video clips and then a rousing pre-show in a small multi-screen theater that had me ready to abandon my former life, move to Chicago, and somehow learn to care about sports. But it's a little hard to remember how well-crafted that presentation was after the adrenaline rush of the jet-propelled seats.  

But you can't really capture Flyover with pictures, so here are a few random photos from the ever-photogenic Navy Pier.

Like The Bean only more cylindrical



I have no idea what that statue is but I liked the juxtaposition with the tourist in front of it.



And that appears to be an extrusion of the wonderful Children's Museum that has appeared sometime in the last 6 years. Either that or we somehow missed it when we took Lena there in 2018. 

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For those of you amused by the last post, here is more. We made a lovely dinner date on Saturday night out of cocktails and "Bar Bites" at the charming Potter Bar on the main floor of the hotel. It's actually the former Empire Room where numberless celebrities have performed over the decades, so the room has spectacular acoustics, currently being utilized by piped in jazz nostalgia. The drinks were incredibly strong, leaving us giddy enough to do a little exploring after dinner.


 So we went up random escalators to discover multiple mezzanines full of splendiferous mirrors and rococo ballrooms, all wide open and completely empty. Fun!





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Richard and I rode the Empire Builder to Chicago to use up some free Hilton nights at a Hilton hotel worth traveling for.

I managed to capture the iconic (blink and you miss it) shot of the Wisconsin Dells

As bibliophile quickly recognized, we stayed at the magnificent historic Palmer House, which is like staying in a museum of 19th century robber baron excess. In 1870 the obscenely rich Potter Palmer decided to build the Biggest Hotel in the World and present it to his new bride Bertha as a wedding gift so she could decorate it to her taste. A year later it burned to the ground in the Great Chicago Fire. Bummer. So they rebuilt it again, even better, this time with silver dollars embedded in the floors. Sadly, the silver dollar floors don't seemed to have survived the next massive renovation in the 1920s, but that's probably when they added the astounding array of art deco mirrors which are one of my favorite features. 


I think the hand-painted French ceilings are from the 1874 rebuild. I never get tired of extravagant ceilings.

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 Since Amber's brood became a family of 5, flying them out here for Christmas has become a daunting financial endeavor. Christmas time domestic fares are typically in the range of $600-$800 per person, so... do the math. But for the 2nd year in a row, Amber and I managed to cobble together enough points and miles from our credit card hobby to cover ALL OF IT. And with beautiful non-stop Delta flights that do not require getting up before dawn or arriving at midnight. Go us!

Of course, last year's deal drained 6 years worth of Chase Ultimate Reward points and this year did a similar number on the Amex points. But hey, this is the kind of thing I was saving them for. The last big points cash-in got Richard and me to the Helsinki Worldcon in 2017. Now we're concentrating more on making memories for the grandchildren. 

Of course the way the airlines have been performing over the past 5 years, it's still a crapshoot. Those beautiful non-stop flights will probably be changed by the airline at least 3 times between now and Christmas, if they even take off at all. But right now it feels like a huge win. 
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So a text thread was going around among my female in-laws a couple of months ago along the lines of, "Hey, let's all get together for a weekend Craft Retreat!" They needed at least 10 people to sign up, so I impulsively said I'd come. I keep thinking it would be nice to get to know my very nice in-laws a little better - here's a chance to do it!  And since Richard and I skipped the state park tour last summer, driving across central Minnesota in the middle of winter sounded weirdly appealing to me. 

You know what a Craft Retreat is, right? It's when a bunch of people (mostly women, I'm guessing) rent a cabin or other quaint getaway spot and make quilts or something. This isn't one of those organized groups where everyone works on one project together - it's a Bring Your Own Craft (and maybe some leftovers from your liquor cabinet to share). I 'm thinking it's a lot like when the guys go Up North to the Hunting Shack, only with fewer guns and more show-offy quiches for breakfast.

I'm intermittently crafty, and it seemed like a long ways in the future when I signed up. Now it's NEXT WEEK and I need a craft in progress!! So I decided that I'd do some scrapbooking. I was pretty sure that some of the other ladies had  some experience with this and would be able to give me tips (and maybe some leftover materials). But mostly it was a way to make myself do something about the boxes and boxes of loose photographs and deteriorating albums scattered around the upper two floors of my house. 

So for the past week I have been lugging boxes up and down stairs and sorting sorting sorting. I have found many amazing things. Not only a few pictures of my childhood homes in distant states (something I had been looking for) but an amazing number of half-completed photo albums of various types. Most scrapbookers use enormous, unwieldy 12x12 albums that do not fit on any normal shelf and all look the same from the back anyway. I don't like that size, but I thought that's what you had to use, so I bought one at Michael's.

You can also get those awful magnetic page albums in various configurations, which are great when they are new but eventually dry up and start raining photos when you pick them up. I have a lot of those, some full, some empty, some in-between. But when I cleaned off the shelves in the office I discovered that some of the 8-1/2x11 size that I thought were pre-bound magnetic page are actually nice archival, post-bound albums that you can add pages to! I think that's what I really want to use. 

But I do have a use for that giant album. Those boxes of memorabilia that came to us when our respective mothers died have some wonderful old black and white photos that are way too big for the small albums. So I guess I'll use the big album for those. It's going to be a kind of thematic salad. Here's a Victorian-era portrait of a huge, glum-looking Swedish farm family (my ancestors). Here's one of Richard's Norwegian farm family during the 1930s, looking like something out of a Dorothea Lange exhibit. And here's a weirdly large print of me at age 5 with 2 of my younger siblings, all giggling adorably for the Sears photographer. But they all look GREAT on those 12x12 pages! 

I have now spent $150 at Michael's and Joann's on supplies, so I guess I'm committed. Anybody have any tips on scrapbooking?






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In 2016 I signed us both up for the Global Entry Program, which lets pre-screened US citizens bypass customs on reentering the US. But wait, there's more!  The Global Entry card also works as well as a passport for getting back into the US across the Canadian land border (a life-saver during that period where our passports were lost). But the real reason for getting it is that it also includes TSA Pre-Check for a cost of only $15 more than applying for TSA Pre-Check alone. And TSA Pre-Check is worth its weight in gold. It lets you bypass most of the security line at domestic airports as well as exempting you from some of the dumber TSA requirements, like removing your shoes and segregating your shampoos and lotions in a little ziplock bag. 

But the application process is annoying and can take months because you have to schedule an interview. According to the government site, you absolutely need an interview just for an uncomplicated renewal, and they are backed up for months. So when I noticed that our Global Entries were expiring in 2022 I decided I'd better get on the ball. Went online and filled out the forms again and then waited for the applications to go into pre-approval mode so I could try to schedule interviews. Astoundingly, they just skated right past the interview requirement and approved them both!  In two days!  I was so confused by this that I spent a couple of hours trying to figure out where the scheduling link had disappeared to (the website had OF COURSE been completely scrapped and reimagined since our initial applications, requiring brand new accounts and so on). But I finally noticed a message in the Notifications section congratulating me on my approval. Zounds! Something finally went right. 
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Trip Advisor tipped me off to this great charity organization that pools donated Frequent Flyer miles and turns them into airline tickets for stranded refugees trying to get from staging areas to family members or new homes. Currently they are focusing on Afghan evacuees, but they have been around since 2016 helping other migrants. Seems to be legit.

Miles4Migrants is a 501(c)(3) charity, dedicated to using donated frequent flyer miles to help people impacted by war, persecution, or disaster start a new beginning in a new home. We partner with other nonprofits to identify refugees, asylees, asylum-seekers, and their immediate family members who have legal approval to travel, but cannot afford airfare. Together, we can transform miles into a life-changing force for good. 

They "partner directly" with Delta, United, Alaska, and Air Canada. That means that you can use their easy online interface to donate miles from those airlines lickety-split. Apparently it is possible to transfer miles from other airlines, but is a lot more trouble. I am not willing to part with my Delta and Alaska points, since we fly those airlines all the time. But those 15,000 United miles?  I don't have that credit card anymore and haven't flown United since that time they beat up that Chinese doctor and dragged him off the plane. So those are orphaned points I will never use - might as well donate them to a good cause.

If I were a better person I might tackle the admittedly complicated process of donating those 100K American miles that I can never seem to find a use for, but not today. American Airlines is one of the few major airlines that still expires their miles (and kinda sucks in a lot of other ways), but I went to a lot of trouble to keep those 100K points alive and I'm not ready to jettison them until they get closer to their new expiration dates.   

 
 
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I have visited TEN Minnesota State Parks this year, trying to find a decent swimming beach. It's been surprisingly frustrating. Sometimes you get a big, beautiful lake devoted primarily to boats with a swampy little beach as an afterthought. Or a beautiful looking sandy beach that turns out to hide a difficult rocky entry. Or a huge sandy beach that is clearly meant to be used for day trips but has no changing rooms or even flush toilets. I still haven't found one that matches up to my memories of McCarthy Beach (best beach in the park system, IMHO). But since I haven't been there in years, maybe that isn't fair, so I'm picking a winner for 2021. And it's this quirky little swimming hole in the southwest corner of the state: Camden State Park Beach. The park itself is an unexpected little gem of a river valley that appears out of nowhere in the middle of miles of soybean and cornfields. But this strange little beach is the real reason to go here. I've never seen anything quite like it. 

Sure, it doesn't look like much: a shallow sand-bottom pond that appears to have been created by damming up a picturesque little creek. Way over on the far side, water spills over a pile of rocks into the Redwood River. I didn't get a picture of that side, but you can see a great view of it here, on the park's Virtual Tour Page. There is also an inflow stream over on the left side. But it turns out that the real water source for this pond is a glacially cold spring under the deep end of the pond. And I mean COLD. Lake Superior cold. So cold that you literally doubt your own senses as you wade into it. According to an old janitor that looked kinda like Sam Elliot, it's 18 feet deep over there and the water is 58 degrees down at the bottom. The pond is crystal clear, probably because it is constantly flowing. There are little fish and tadpoles in there, with kingfishers diving off the dead tree. And apparently other aquatic life; the janitor told us a funny story about the time somebody carefully placed a live crayfish in each urinal in the men's room. 

Over the 85 years since swimming hole was created it has silted up a little bit, creating some shallow spots with water weeds. It could use another dredging, but it's still perfectly swimmable, and it's perfect for flotation toys (which are highly desirable, since the pond is so cold that you need some way to warm up). It is a really fun swim.


Of course this pond was created by one of those 1930's government work programs, which they topped off with this structure, the best-preserved example of a vintage bathhouse that I have found yet. Not quite as elegant as the one at Lake Shetek, but the changing rooms are in good shape in this one. It's too bad that the clothing check service is no longer in operation, but that would be expecting too much.  

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So once the WPA finished constructing every park building they could think of, they decided that what this lake REALLY needed was for all the islands to be connected with stone causeways. So they did that. The one to Loon Island has been developed as a nature walk full of informative signs. From the first one we learn that there never were any loons around Loon Island, just cormorants, which the settlers misidentified and then proceeded to wipe out. So the upshot is, now there are neither loons nor cormorants on this lake, but there sure are a lot of stone causeways. This meandering lake is part of a huge glacial moraine so there were a lot of stones lying around to use as building material. 


The entry to that island looks like an enchanted forest, doesn't it? Which is how it must have looked to the early settlers, since all the land surrounding the lake was open prairie with only the islands forested. The settlers marveled at the big trees and then immediately chopped them all down

But according to the signage on the island, the forests have regenerated two or three times since then. First the original elms and ash and hackberry grew back, but when Dutch Elm Disease came for the elms the hackberries mysteriously died too (out of sympathy? Apparently nobody really knows). At which point the patient basswood and oak finally came into their own. Apparently the stolid, unflashy basswood has a forestry super power - it grows equally well in full sun or in shade. So when everything else dies out, there is always a crop of basswood coming up under the canopy, ready for their day in the sun. (You can tell from the signage that these islands are a forestry PhD's dream.) 

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Well, that part of the trip could have  gone better. It turns out that all Camper Cabins are not alike, even in the same campground, and I managed to pick the lemon. Apparently Cabin C1 was some kind of pilot project and is markedly inferior to the standard design they eventually settled on. The large screened porch and substantial front stoop that doubles the living area in the standard Camper Cabin is missing, with just a tiny strip of a screened porch in its place. The main room is about the same as the standard model except without the excellent electrical work - note the ugly on-wall wiring, exposed fuse box, and complete lack of outlets on one side of the cabin. Instead of a ceiling fan there is a rather nice oscillating fan, but with no place to plug it in due to the previously mentioned shortage of outlets. Even the mattresses are different: uncomfortable naked box springs instead of the thick foam mattresses in the newer cabins.  The location is also unfortunate - a long walk from the toilets and in full sun most of the day. We made it work with the deployment of 3 extension cords and the emergency extra cushions we always bring for the beds, but it's hard not to feel bitter when you can clearly see that everybody else's cabin is better than yours. 

On the plus side, it's nice to have parking right next to the cabin door. And although it was a long and difficult hike to the toilets, involving an unlighted path lined with brambles and burrs, when you got there it was a full campground shower room with flush toilets. For future reference, Cabins C3 and C4 are primo, standard design and located at the other end of the bramble path just across the road from the nice shower room. 


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I started this summer's tour of state parks in search of a really good swimming beach, and finally found one. Lake Shetek is a surprisingly large and scenic recreational lake in the southwest corner of the state with a lovely Depression-era state park on the east side. The WPA really went nuts here, constructing not only the usual restrooms and picnic shelters but TWO entire group camps with bunkhouses and dining halls, and this spectacular bathhouse and swimming area. 


The bathhouse is really beautiful, fronted with a stone terrace and two long curved staircases sweeping down from the men's and women's discreetly separated dressing areas to meet at the shore. From the outside it looks perfect. Sadly, the changing booths have been left to deteriorate pending some vague future "renovation" (according to a passing janitor). The modern restrooms are in good shape, but I'm sure the architect of this graceful structure did not expect generations of future bathers to be changing into their swim clothes while standing on one foot in the toilet stalls. I was so distressed by the situation that I brought a broom from our cabin and swept out the women's side of the changing room so I could use it without standing on a carpet of acorns. If they ever get around to fixing that up I'd give this beach an A+ 


The lake is shallow and sandy, and this is the very definition of "easy entry."  The steps literally terminate in the sandy lake bottom. And there's even a handy place to sit on either side to take off your flip flops. The swim area is large and includes a huge lap swimming lane. The water was a little green, probably because the lake is never more than 10 feet deep. But it was plenty cold out past the first string of buoys and made for a very refreshing swim.

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Yup, it's another exciting Minnesota road trip in which we pick up FOUR more state parks, strategically located in the part of the state that is as far as possible from ongoing wildfires. Geologically, we pick up at the edge of the same ancient glacial moraine where we left off, rambling around the path of the River Warren. 

This is Minneopa State Park, just west of Mankato. It's basically a lovely picnic area that just happens to have an improbably extensive campground and bison herd. We passed on the bison herd, just stopping here for a picnic on our way to our actual destination further west. Here's another beautiful historic restroom building from the 1930's, which embodies all the elements of design described in Chief Architect Good's Park Structures and Facilities design manual.


There's also a pretty two-tiered waterfall.