Dear Friends,
Many things have happened since I last wrote, not the least of which is that we are now volunteering on an organic farm in Northern Minnesota picking vegetables and harassing chickens. But let us not put the cart before the horse. After basking in the reflected glory of sunflower fields outside of Pierre, SD, we headed South for the Maha Music Festival in Omaha, NB. Among others, we saw The Appleseed Cast, Army Navy, G Love & Special Sauce, and Dashboard Confessional. It was Super. We spent the night at yet another rest stop just outside the city before driving into Southern Minnesota and Eastern Iowa the next day. I must confess, the sight of a strange, badly lit, smelly rest stop is becoming quite comforting. After exploring the Northern section of the Mississippi river for a few days, we made our way into the Twin Cities, taking in the Minnesota State Fair (everything you could imagine fried on a stick and, not unrelated, Garrison Keillor), some late night swing dancing, as well as various local flavours. We were welcomed onto Northern Lights Farm on September 5th and have been picking vegetables, feeding cows and chickens, repairing fences, playing badminton, making cheese, and generally raising a ruckus ever since. At least as much as the hippie Quakers we are living with will allow. This morning we saw President Obama give a speech on health care. Live. We were sitting not 20 feet away from his face. He smiled in our general direction. I think I saw him blow us a kiss out of the corner of my eye, but I can't be certain.
I hope this letter finds you all frolicking in meadows of frankincense and myrrh.
Yours,
Pickles
Mileage to date: 6152.5
Times locked out: 0 and counting...Kurt
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