June 13th
TRACY, MN…. Wheels Across The Prairie Museum. I left End-O-Line in Currie late Saturday and thought I would get an early start in Tracy on Sunday Morning. Wrong! I should have done my homework. Tracy’s museum doesn’t open until 1:00 p.m. and according to their brochure they don’t open on Sunday. Not a wasted trip. Anytime you can take the opportunity to tour small towns in Minnesota, it is time well spent. I cruised the town so many times the local sheriff was starting to think I was casing the place and I was developing a phobia about the sheriff. I could always see him a half block away in my rear view mirror. Sunday morning I did my own guided tour of the Wheels Across The Prairie Museum. Again, small towns seem to always rise to the occasion. This multi-facetted museum was established by the skin of its teeth. A land grant almost slipped away due to no building being erected when a local resident donated a barn. A building being erected was part of land grant conditions. The barn filled the criteria, but was destroyed by a storm. Again the community rose to the occasion and rebuilt. Perhaps they should have called it “Phoenix.” The museum hosts a small village, depot and a train complete with the treasured caboose.
Traveling through the border area of Minnesota and South Dakota I saw the largest wind farm I have ever seen and I’ve seen some big ones. Coming up on a knoll I could see wind turbines stretched from my far right to my far left. It looked as if I were going to pass through a gauntlet of turbine blades. I mention this because most things we see end up as paintings or some form of art, I couldn’t help but wonder how this would play out in the mind of some talented artist.
TRACY, MN…. Wheels Across The Prairie Museum. I left End-O-Line in Currie late Saturday and thought I would get an early start in Tracy on Sunday Morning. Wrong! I should have done my homework. Tracy’s museum doesn’t open until 1:00 p.m. and according to their brochure they don’t open on Sunday. Not a wasted trip. Anytime you can take the opportunity to tour small towns in Minnesota, it is time well spent. I cruised the town so many times the local sheriff was starting to think I was casing the place and I was developing a phobia about the sheriff. I could always see him a half block away in my rear view mirror. Sunday morning I did my own guided tour of the Wheels Across The Prairie Museum. Again, small towns seem to always rise to the occasion. This multi-facetted museum was established by the skin of its teeth. A land grant almost slipped away due to no building being erected when a local resident donated a barn. A building being erected was part of land grant conditions. The barn filled the criteria, but was destroyed by a storm. Again the community rose to the occasion and rebuilt. Perhaps they should have called it “Phoenix.” The museum hosts a small village, depot and a train complete with the treasured caboose.
Traveling through the border area of Minnesota and South Dakota I saw the largest wind farm I have ever seen and I’ve seen some big ones. Coming up on a knoll I could see wind turbines stretched from my far right to my far left. It looked as if I were going to pass through a gauntlet of turbine blades. I mention this because most things we see end up as paintings or some form of art, I couldn’t help but wonder how this would play out in the mind of some talented artist.
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