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!

But I suspect this is the best county name I've encountered so far.

More warm hospitality! They set me up in their guest room to keep me dry on another rainy night. The culinary highlight of my visit was a strawberry shortcake-like creation with biscuits instead of shortcake, something Lu grew up eating. The strawberries were straight from the garden: I picked the right time of year to be in Minnesota!

You can see an overturned picnic table used, presumably, as a ladder to climb onto the otter's back.

Hell of an actor and he keeps the streets clean!

And a good reason to buy some ice cream.

Semi-rustic

This place must have done great business in medieval times.

I saw a couple of these today. I guess there used to be a road crossing the tracks here.

I don't know why I didn't take a close-up of it.

in time and space

Track warrant info

Number 68 on the list.

And thanks to Pete, I now know the meaning of the word "supercentenarian".

Are these potato plants?

Well, weed bed.

Whether in its regular or diet incarnation, Mountain Dew is apparently western Minnesota's favorite type of soda can to throw out of a moving vehicle. In fact, I've seen even more Dew cans than beer cans littering the side of the road!

Where there once was a Tupperware party.

Thanks to Adam (second from right) for inviting me to stay at his place, taking me out for a night on the town, and being an extremely generous host. And thanks to everyone else, pictured or not, who came out to celebrate with us. It was great to meet you all!

After returning to Moorhead for the night, I made my official border crossing this morning.

Dedicated by the Boy Scouts as part of their "40th Anniversary Crusade to Strengthen the Arm of Liberty" in 1950.