This statue raises a couple of questions. They're answered here and here, and also here, sort of.

It's a one-hundred-in-a-million kind of place. Reduce your fractions...

I'm onto a new trail, but the mile markers still match up with the old railroad mileposts.

For miles I passed over hundreds of sealed cracks in the pavement, covered with what looked like toilet paper.

I finally stopped to look more closely, and it really was toilet paper! I could see the imprinted pattern and the perforations between squares. Weird!

Not a sign refuge

A new high for me on this trip. For those wondering about my shoes, here they are. I wore through my first pair just before I got to Minneapolis, so Mom brought these with her when she flew out (I left a couple of extra pairs with my parents before I started the trip). I also have an older backup pair I've been wearing occasionally.

A very kind couple. Duane set up a cot for me in the garage to keep me out of the rain, and Sherri made me three delicious meals, the highlight of which was a homemade milkshake!

1950s?

But I had no idea they exist in Minnesota!