So, Rachel grew up in Minnesota during her early years. Her father was the pastor at a little place called Souix Valley. We made a little detour to see her childhood home. It’s a church and a parsonage surrounded by beautiful foliage, and was worth the trip.
When we arrived, her mom happened to call. “You’ll never guess where I am,” Rachel told her.
We met the pastor and walked all around the buildings, inside and out.
Then it was down the road a little ways to the school she attended. It’s now owned by a guy now who rents out rooms to people to groom dogs and store stuff. The playground is overgrown, but still fun.
There was also a creek nearby. Somewhere along our weekend’s journeys, Gracen acquired a pickaxe. He was hoping for rocks to break up, so we trekked along with him. The pathway was riddled with hidden holes.
All in all, a great diversion, but the road was calling our name.
Peggy says
Wow! What a cool side trip! It’s almost like LHOTP….complete with creek and all!
(wait, were you anywhere near Walnut Grove?)
Brad says
Who got the IKEA rat? They always sell such interesting stuffed animals.
Rachel says
Gracen got the rat -- 3 actually. One of each color (white, gray, brown). The guy behind me in line thought they were the three blind mice. 🙂
Lloyd says
Gracen got three of them.