Chapter 5: Bob Dylan revival

I eventually woke up and all was good! There was nothing much to do but see some of the sights and enjoy ourselves. I had taken the chance to show my wife more of my wonderful hometown. She was starting to like it a lot. Especially since the weather here is so fucking hot and humid. The weather there was perfect. We wound up heading to check out Lake Superior and get out and show the boy some nature and beauty.

Right next to the beach that we went to was HWY 61! If anybody knows about Bob Dylan they know that he has an album called Highway 61 revisited. So we took the chnace to get some pictures there.

Then we headed off to see Bob's old house. I had an apartment across the street from it before I joined the navy!


After the whole Bob Dylan day we headed up to my aunts to hang out for a while. It was nice to hang out and do nothing and let my son play with his cousins. We had brought my son to my aunts almost daily so he could hang out and play with the kids. About this time in the trip my son starts to ask me, "Are we going back to our "normal" home?" I would tell him that we have to. Then he would get all pissed and not want to leave. He had thought we were going to be living with my friend J and his wife and kids. Too cute!

We pretty much just hung out for the remaining days and did nothing. I had tried to take my cousin who is 12 on a nice hike to the highest point in Minnesota (Eagle Mountain). We drove way back in the woods of northern Minnesota to arrive and get about a half mile in and my son starts to freak out. He is usually all about hiking and enjoying himself. This day he was a whiny brat! So we decided to turn back and take some of the old fire roads that link someof the 10,000 lakes together. We were in search of the elusive moose. My wife had never seen one before. What a crock. My wife is now coinvinced that there are no moose in MN. It was a hot day we stopped at every lake to see if we could see any. None to be seen. We stopped off at a great bar/restaurant called the "Tressel Inn". We sit down and tell the owner barkeep what we would like to eat and what we're doing in these parts. She goes on to tell us that she saw 4 moose on her way to work. Lucky her! I ordered a trainwreck with casualties. It was a bratwurst patty, beef patty, bacon, and fried eggs. It was sooooo good. I felt bad that I had promised my cousin this great day and it sucked ass. I will make it up to him when I get back there.