Since I have been living in the "big City" so long, they thought they had better provide me some illumination for those dark Minnesota nights.
For those dark rural nights
We spent the week eating, water skiing, eating, fishing, eating, tubing, eating, and eating the fish we caught fishing. I also journeyed up to the headwaters of the Mississippi river which starts at lake Itasca (about 15 miles from where I was staying).
what I did on summer vacation
On one side is lake Itasca, and the other is the Mississippi river/stream.
Lake Itasca and the beginning of the Mississippi
Since my friend, Boomr, lives in New Orleans (the base of the Mississippi) and I didn't get him anything for his birthday, I decided to send him a belated present. It should be getting to you in about 90 days, Boomr.
My little gift to Boomr.
4 comments:
a) lake Itasca is much, much bigger than what is in the picture.
b) because you have swamps, not lakes. You can't water ski in the majority of your bodies of water. Additionally, we don't have large reptiles in out bodies of water that will eat us. In Minnesota, we are the top of the food chain.
c) anything that is as big as your "plump posterior" would probably be considered large enough to be a lake anywhere in the US.
From someone in the know:
you can tell boomr that the scientific definition of the term
"lake"
(as opposed to pond or swamp) has to do with the depth-to-circumference
ratio, not solely circumference, and must have a point of entry for
water,
aside from precipitation (spring, stream, etc.). there is usually a
point
of egress as well. [for example, there's some question as to whether or
not water filled quarries qualify as lakes... they've got the
appropriate
depth-to-circumference ratio, but are man-made, and occasionally lack
some
kind of water source (filled thru precipitation).]
Dingo, you know there are a few other million people downstream. A little compassion for your fellow men, please!
Also, speaking of food chains, I had the idea that the bears in Minnesota thought they were at the top of the food chain?
Please remember that alligators grovel and lurk like the sullen cowards they are, while many a tourist has laughed like hell as a covey of startled Minnesotans exploded in front of a disgruntled bear. The flashing of their (generally) pasty-white faces is a pleasing reminder of the beauty of a flock of herons as they rise majestically above our waterlands (now Dingoed).
And alligator tail really does taste like chicken.
Oh yeah, you're ready for tea with the queen.
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