|Mmm, river pickles|
My research for the best hotel rates, free breakfasts and amenities flew out the window when the local police pointed me to a place with none of those. But people seemed enthusiastic about The Pickle Factory (closes at 7:30) so I went down by the marina to check it out.
|How is this guy already tan?|
I found lots of boats docked on Lake Pepin (which is actually a reservoir of the Mississippi River).
|Even the hearing aid place looked quaint. The Harbor View Cafe (on the end, closes at 8 ) was packed|
I was exhausted and hungry but everything looked so clean and friendly, kind of like a set from a fifties sitcom. Maybe it was the Laura Ingalls Wilder Museum (not pictured) making me want to throw a hat in the air (Minneapolis 76.2 miles) and be all wholesome.
|From the Garden Pub and Grille because I didn't know it was smoked brisket night|