Tom,
Ah just wondering, well you know, how is the weather in the Twin cities?
Why, that IS a good question, Mr Hens! I'll tell you when I finally arrive.
As I'm sure you can tell from the Trip Log, I returned to the mainland last Tuesday, June 16th. On my way back down highway 61, I came across a vehicle on the side of the road. The distraught driver had unforunately struck an eagle! As I approached the mortally wounded bird, I quickly realized this was a mature female who most certainly must have a nest. Scouring the hillside with my eyes, I picked up on a pile of sticks high into the cliff crest. I scaled the rocky face, to discover young eaglets now abandoned. Not wanting them to perish, I spent the next two days teaching them to fly and hunt for prey. On Friday morning, confident that the eaglets would survive to a ripe old age, I again set forth homeward.
It wasn't long, Cloquet in fact, while I was filling up the vehicle when a young doe eyed child approached me. She couldn't have been more than four. Her poor kitty-kat was stuck in a tree! Having completed my gasoline purchase, I followed the young lassie down the block where she showed me the fluffy kitten, scared as can be, precariously out on a branch. Of course, as you probably can figure out, I climbed the tree and rescued the kitten. It was only then, as the group of children had gathered, that I discovered they were all orphans and that their shelter had just burned down the night before! Not one to want these poor children to be without a roof over their heads, I set forth into the woods for three days where I felled trees and hewn them into a sturdy home. FINALLY, on Monday, I was back on the road.
Stopping at Toby's in Hinkley for a quick snack, I heard the screeching of tires and witnessed an elderly woman crossing the street almost get hit by a car. Realizing there were no crosswalks nor folks to help, I elected to spend Monday and a portion of Tuesday setting up a non-profit foundation that raises funds to employ out-of-work special needs students to perform the task of walking the elderly across the busy streets of Hinkley. As we wrapped up the steering committee meeting yesterday afternoon, Sister Mary Pat, our newly elected chair, suddenly fell ill. The hospital told us she was in renal failure, and could die before nightfall. I figured, "Hey, I've got two kidneys," and elected to donate one so that Sister Mary Pat could continue her good deeds.
So, here I set, in this hospital bed, alas without my trail journal to help me write my trip report, responding to your query... But I don't know the weather in the cities just yet; I hope to be discharged in a day or two.
Sure, it's not as simple as "technical difficulties" but I hope you understand.
Anyway, Johnhens, I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY!
