This
park is located at Charles Lindberg’s parents’ home. His father was a
congressman. Apparently he wasn’t too thrilled when his son started flying and
barnstorming. I assume he was happier after Charles Lindberg flew the first
solo flight across the Atlantic.
Nearby
is a nifty museum by the local historical society. Lots of interesting things
like the stamps used for marking trees that traveled down the Mississippi to a
saw mill.
Or a
handmade coin sorter.
The
biggest problem is the season. The campsites are set among beautiful oaks. That
means acorns. And they are falling VERY loudly and especially at night. They
crash on the top either with one large crash or several bounces which sounds
like someone knocking. Let’s just say it is hard to sleep. A hard rain blew
down more acorns but at least that night was quieter. The picture shows the
layer of acorns on the ground. John swept the area around the door just so we
could walk without slipping.
These
are burr oak trees. The caps of the nut are fuzzy. Sort of like a Russian hat
with fur on the edges.
The
best part is the season. We were able to canoe the Mississippi River. The
Mississippi isn’t very wide or deep here. Matter of fact, some places it was
only two feet deep.
We
spent a couple of hours going upstream to a dam and then traveling back to the
park. Nice weather though we were pretty tired by the end of the trip.
The
area is full of birch trees. Normally we see a stand or two of birches. Here
there are whole sections of the woods full of the trees with the white bark.
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