Another short driving day, but boy we could stand to get out early.
We woke up at 7 despite the 4 days of driving and the time change. Bedrooms are downstairs, kitchen et al up, so we went upstairs and watched Mimi make bread. Whole wheat with other grains, honey instead of sugar, specially shaped loaves for my dining fun. It's good stuff.
I asked about a tire pressure gauge, and one of her sons found the gauge, checked the tires, aired up the rear tires, and reported his findings to me. I love it when people teach their kids to be good citizens; tells you a lot about their parents.
Sue drove, because I woke up with a headache. After a hot shower, coffee (which I only drink for headaches) and a nap, I felt pretty good, but weak and shaky. We ate two whole loaves of bread as we crossed Minnesota, then stopped in St. Paul to mail a card to a friend who grew up there but lives in Roseville now.
Before we left the grocery store I called my Mom and asked "How long does it take to get to Rice Lake from St. Paul?" and when she said 3 hours I said "So, we'll be there about 7:30" and she said "Tonight?!?! Do you have money for a hotel?" I laughed. She didn't.
Minnesota in the fall is glorious. We stopped to let Fiona look at the river and trees, and drove on into the darkening forest and lake lands toward the place of my birth.
WIsconsin is also beautiful, even if nobody can pronounce it unless they're from there. We rolled into Rice Lake about 9:00, and for the first time in her life, Fiona met her Gramma Mumsie.
We'll be here two days, but it's clear we'll need to come back and stay longer to enjoy the beautiful lake and city and to spend time listening to Mom's stories and watching movies and helping her find a little joy in life. I'd forgotten how good it feels to be with one of the few people who knows exactly who and what I am and loves me unconditionally, just as I am.