Crossing the Mississippi
Upon the hearth the fire is red,
Beneath the roof there is a bed;
But not yet weary are our feet,
Still around the corner we may meet
A sudden standing stone
That none have seen but we alone.
Tree and flower and leaf and grass,
Let them pass! Let them pass!
Hill and water under sky,
Pass them by! Pass them by!
Miles to go before I sleep
I left the hostel a bit late and of course this turned out to be one of the longest days to date. It was hot and humid on this day with wind out of the southeast, which of course was my primary direction of travel. Lots of trees though which helped block the wind a bit. I crossed the Mississippi four times today which went from a swampy crick to a small stream. I ended up spending a couple of hours in Bemidji at an Irish pub with a good selection of microbrews, checking out the bookstore and shopping at the co-op. Then it was back on the road and the late afternoon wind was much stronger. I missed the unmarked turnoff for the campground I was heading for and so just pressing on ending up doing 20 more miles than originally anticipated. Finally around 8pm I arrived at the Historic Big Winnie General Store Campground where among the clouds of mosquitos I setup camp.
Not a cloud in the pale blue sky —