Rescheduled three times, it was the little trip that almost wasn't. First postponed in the spring, because up north they got 18" of snow the day we were to drive; if we cancelled, they'd charge us $100. We moved the trip to September not realizing it was the Week Everything Begins. So, off to October. This not-realizing was that the park was essentially closed when we'd be there: no CCC built dining hall for breakfast, no big gift shop, no boat tour of Lake Itasca. (We made do, easily.)
The girls ran around inside and out despite the chill, and we so enjoyed our few days away exploring this park without the bugs or crowds. We hiked and wandered and took pictures and didn't get our feet wet crossing the mighty Mississippi as it began its journey south (by going north). We also slept in (though I got up - not early - to run the other morning, when I came back they were still sleeping) and made pancakes and watched satellite TV and looked at the stars and helped out our neighbors when they locked themselves out at 9:30pm and didn't climb a fire tower (Gret and I did not) and had wine and cheese and crackers whilst making supper. And saw a Fischer (I did). And took *more* pictures. And made videos of sisters doing "magic" in the bedroom while parents ignore, reading in the other room ... trips don't get much better than this.
"This is my Father's world, and to my listening ears
All nature sings, and round me rings the music of the spheres.
This is my Father's world: I rest me in the thought
Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas;
His hand the wonders wrought."
M. D. Babcock