Minnesota Day Four: Sioux Falls to Minneapolis

I'm tired and going to bed, so I'm not going to write much.

We're here! We rolled into town at about 4:00pm. Our apartment isn't anything awesome, but it's big and roomy and in a nice neighborhood.

Instead of taking the boring interstate from Sioux Falls, we headed north and took the Laura Ingalls Wilder Historic Highway. My wife is a big fan of Little House on the Prairie and, when we entered Walnut Grove and saw Plum Creek she nearly hyperventilated. There was a neat little museum there, which we toured, and a gift shop, which we patronized.

However, with or without Laura Ingalls, it was the most beautiful, idyllic drive I've taken in a long time. It was merely a long string of farms, but everything was magnificently green, and the farmhouses looked like they came straight out of a movie. Seriously, if any one of those farmhouses--and there were hundreds of them--were in Utah, it would be bought up instantly and converted into a thriving Bed and Breakfast. It was small town scenic to the nth degree.

And, of course, our camera is dead.

(In related news, yesterday we were noticing a lot of black ground, and wondering if a fire had recently come through. But it seemed like the fire was on every farm, in every field. We have since discovered that dirt is actually supposed to be dark brown/black, unlike the grayish clay and sand we have in Utah.) (I never expected that my culture shock would come via surprisingly-colored dirt.)

Anyway, I'm going to bed. And I'm not going to tell you the story wherein I drove around Minneapolis for over an hour--twice!--looking for a grocery store.