October 11, 2012
“It’s better to just sneak out, I say.”
Wally, we can’t just leave Minnesota and not say anything. It’s been a couple of days now and I’m feeling guilty.
“Shhh! We already tried to escape twice and got caught!”
Those were detours, not escapes.
“Not escapes? What were we paddling across Lake Superior for then?”
“I don’t know what that means.”
It’s a noun, means a source of enjoyment, amusement, diversion, etc.
“Oh, I thought it meant source of not-feeling-my-hands-for-three-straight-days-because-I-spent-too-long-in-Minnesota.”
Come on, Minnesota was great to us!
“Great to us?”
Yea, remember the Greenbush Gators, the Angle store, the Hiners, the Baudette Library, I-Falls and Emma’s truck, Megan, the Boundary Waters Outward Bound group, Rolf and Monica, the Grand Portage Ranger, the Canadians on Isle Royale, the Absolut-ly Knot’s crew, Lucas’ buffet, the Siren from Jamaica, Deanna, Ana, the man who didn’t see me, Steve’s map, Mike and Wade around the fire, the Chap’s freezer, Sharon in Coon Rapids, The Ceronsky’s Expedition Depot, The Friends of the Boundary Waters folks, Canoes and Brews, Dancing Kimberly, Beef Stew’s mom in Winona?
“It took us almost 4 months to get out of there!”
So we’re a bit behind our original schedule.
“A bit? I remember when we started and you said we’d could be done by October. I didn’t realize you forgot to add ‘with Minnesota’ on the end of that prediction.”
At least we’re getting to see the leaves change.
“I’m sorry? Are we on a leaf peeping tour? Is this an awkward first date that I didn’t know about or are we trying to paddle to Key West.”
Key West isn’t going anywhere.
“Then we have something in common.”
No, Wally, we’re moving, we’re going places. Minnesota is gone. We’re almost out of Wisconsin.
“Wait, but I like the ‘Sconnies.”
Me too, Wally, me too.
“They’re like Minnesotans with a catchy nickname.”
But they don’t have their own brand of “nice.”
“Who cares about that when they have potlucks in Cornucopia and homemade lasagna in Prescott. Not so sure about the raves though or their ability to park cars in rivers.”
Those were the days, huh?
“Well, now you’re just playing with my emotions, making me sad to say goodbye.”
Wait, Wally, was that a tear?
“A tear? A tear! Don’t be silly. I just, I just got something in my eye is all.”
Don’t worry, Wally. I’ll miss ’em too.
“Don’t tell anyone about this, ok? It’s bad for my rep.”