LEFSE IN MINNESOTA

Our final day here for this SOTF event and it has been great. Today Susan and I would add another piece to the Root River Trail and feel we have done most of the trail and feel very happy to have done so. This is a great trail with the added bonus of running right through several towns and villages for stops along the way.

Though this is not the best photo – sorry about the glare – here is the map with places circled where we have ridden to and the stops we made.

We thought we would be riding with a few other Sisters, but their plans changed and they would ride later today. We got an early start and headed to the town of (Nordic?) Peterson.

It is apparently a grain and seed town as we saw these grain storage bins along the trail in the middle of town.

A side ride off the trail and through the back of town was interesting as well.

This apparent gas station from the past is nostalgic… especially the price per gallon!

As we left town, continuing on the trail, we saw this 1855 barn.

Another farm as we continued toward the next town of Rushford brought this picturesque farm with a nice little old bicycle out front by a dirt road. I picture someone riding that bike to and from the farm house.

In the small town of Rushford there were some old buildings from some village of the past.

The jail was small, I guess for small criminals.

The school, 1878-1914, moved to this location in 1979, the church, and the railroad depot round out what life was all about back in the day.

As usual, Susan read the sign at the street corner and thought we should visit the Nordland Lefse place. So we did.

We had lefse with butter and berries and called it lunch. And Susan stocked us with cookies and crackers that were too tempting to pass up.

They had the cutest bike rack that we had locked up to. I would say that this town of Ruthford has quite the Nordic touch.

Time to return to camp which meant back to Whalan for our dessert ;’)

While waiting for dessert, taking a closer look at this machine, I learn it is a tobacco planter. In the 1930s-1940s tobacco was a cash crop in Whalan.

Having had such a light lunch, we needed a good, substantial dessert.

Out for dinner this evening and pastry breakfast in the morning will bring this event to its end as we all say our “see ya round the campfire” goodbyes. Susan and I will then head for Iowa. See you all after we get there ;’-)