It is time for us to leave Lake Minnewaska where the fish grow larger and the sunsets are all above average. The leaves are falling, the wind is blowing, the nights are cold, and all of the boats have been pulled from the lake.
Thank you for following us this summer as we retraced our roots back onto the corn belt on the big prairie where small towns formed along a great railroad.
We found the people here don't have to work at "Minnesota Nice" because it comes naturally.
Minnesotans may have the best medical system in the country, capped by the Mayo Clinic. They should be proud of it, and they are.
When we arrived at the lake in May, the fields were all black with small shafts of corn beginning to emerge. Then came that massive green look of the corn belt. Today, the land has turned brown and gold as monsters are prowling the earth.
I drove out on the prairie to take a look. I found a sign about prairie life near the Estensen ancestral farm. I have fond memories of hunting pheasants and ducks on this very ground, prairie ground where bison once roamed. Close your eyes and imagine them roaming this very ground.
It is appropriate that I leave you from this spot on the prairie. This is where my grandfather trapped furs when he was a youth and where he taught his grandson to hunt. Grandfather marveled at the great outdoors, the deer, the geese, and the pheasants. His grandson turned out the same way. Thanks for the gift grandfather.
Until next year, that is the news from Lake Minnewaska.
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