The St. Paul Saints minor league baseball team plans to hand out the chew toy to the first 1,500 fans at its home game tonight. It's the team mascot, a pig, in the Atlanta Falcons team colors and with Vick's name and number on it.
Taking my daughter and her friend to their first concert last night. Then impressing her friend's dad with the view of the bridge collapse from the top of my building then hanging out at the Extreme Home Makeover house in Minnetonka watching all the volunteers working hard trying to complete the house in record time. It was a fun evening.
they were at the same booth actually at the state fair.. and they didn't have the deep fried olives this year - just the deep fried avacado's and pickles, and all the other fancy stuff. I had an order of the olives last year at the fair - they rocked! I was disappointed they weren't there this year.
actually liked the deep fried chicken sandwhich, stuck inside a krispy cream donut with honey mustard sauce.
I also got the coke. It was a lil strange - the carmel tastes sorta burnt.
and ya'll got Cheese Curds which we don't and I'd trade a bazillion deep fried olives for those.
highlight for me was the Hussong's they have at the state fair (Hussong's is the birth place of ceasar salad & the margarita in mexico, and they have one in ensenada)
the building looks just like hussong's in ensenada - a total replica, and when you walk inside, the bar is the same, the walls, the decor - it rocks. KILLER margarita's.
I love maps! I have one of the great lakes, bought on an ore boat that Da Yooper traveled on when he was only eight years old. The cost was one dollar, printed right on the map, which is huge and is now framed and hanging over the piano. Other maps are of Lake Superior, old Marquette, and a map with Edmund Fitzgerald superimposed on it. I have a whole plastic bin full of maps - I can't seem to through them away. My dad loved maps too - we used to armchair travel together, and I credit him with teaching me how to get my bearings with directions at a very early age. Yep, I love maps. When I read a news story about a place, near or far, I wish they would always put in a map link and save me the extra steps of googling it!
There are several versions of the Many Point Yeti story floating about, this one is a composite of several that I have heard. This story is best told just before the end of a campfire on a still, starry night, sitting around the glowing embers of a campfire.
There are many strange stories told of men and monsters who have inhabited Northern Minnesota; the Agropelter, Mad Jack, Dog Pete, and Paul Bunyan, but one of the strangest and most mysterious stories to be told had to be the tale of the Many Point Yeti Monster.
Once upon a time in the lands that now shelter Many Point Scout Camp, the land was completely covered by glaciers, great rivers of ice that descended from the North Pole. Very little could live in the bitter cold that came with these glaciers - this was even before there were humans in the world, and the creatures that did exist by our standards would appear very strange. Most scientists believe that these creatures are all extinct now. But scientists are discovering creatures once thought extinct every day.
As the Ice Ages ended, and the glaciers retreated, they left behind beautiful lakes, craggy hillsides, and the broad, flat valleys and plains that make Minnesota so beautiful. Sometime in this period historians believe that Native Americans moved into North America from Asia across the now non-existent Bering Strait land bridge through Alaska. As the tribes grew and spread out, the Sioux and the Ojibwa tribes, which white men later called the Chippewa, came to inhabit Minnesota.
You can still see their remains as close as the Indian Mounds at the Tamarac Wildlife Refuge. There were recorded Chippewa camps on both Many Point and Round lakes, and their trails criss-cross the camp, and some have even become our camp roads. The Chippewa even gave Many Point its name: "Ga-kitche-ma-mini-wa-mi-wang" translated from Chippewa as "Lake With Many Points". Even so, no Chippewa ever went anywhere near the swamp to the east of Flintlock Bay on Many Point lake.
The Chippewa lived peacefully for many years before the white man came to the Many Point area, hunting, fishing, and harvesting wild rice from the lakes, and berries from the woodlands. But all the Chippewa people know better than to camp by Yeti Swamp.
Then the trappers and the fur traders came, mostly Frenchmen coming up the Great Lakes originally, then travelling up and down the Mississippi and Red rivers. It was only a matter of time before a trader would travel down the Otter Tail river from the Red River and visit the beautiful Gakitchemaminiwamiwang, or the "Lac du Beaucoup des Points" as the Frenchmen called it.
As the trappers began hunting in the lands of the peaceful Chippewa, the Indians warned the trappers to stay away from Yeti Swamp. At first, there was enough game to go around, and the trappers didn't need to hunt the swamp, but as more and more pelts were taken, many of them began camping and trapping by the swamp. No one ever really knew what happened to them, it was assumed by the size of the claw marks on their shredded canoes and tents that it was some sort of giant bear that had gotten them. But the footprints looked more like those of a giant man. And none of the trappers who camped by the swamp ever returned to tell the tale. All the Chippewa would say was, "Yeti!"
Soon, as the Americans pushed westward, loggers moved into the verdant pine forests surrounding Many Point lake. The Chippewa warned them of the dangers of Yeti Swamp too - but people needed wood for wagons, homes and cities, and some of the biggest pine trees to be had bordered on the swamp. Sometimes when a logger was working near the swamp too late into the night, a search party would be sent to look for him, and all that would be found would be pools of blood, knots of dirty fur, giant footprints, and occasionally the lumberjack's ace, still stuck in a tree as if in mid-stroke. The loggers all said that the missing lumberjack must have gotten fed up with the logging life and headed into town, never to return to the woods. And it might have been so. But all the Chippewa would say was, "Yeti!"
Finally, Boots Hanson moved up to Many Point from Minneapolis in 1946 to build Many Point Scout Camp. It was a tough job - the first year it was only 30 or so Scouts camping around the Dining Hall in what is now called Buckskin. Camping Merit Badge was one of the tough merit badges required in those days. Boys had to set out from their camp to spend the night alone, hiking five miles first, set up their own camp and cook their own meals, then return in the morning. Some of the favorite spots for those overnights were the old Duluth site in what is now Voyageur camp, Crazy Horse campsite in what is now Ten Chiefs, and Hawk Hill. But Boots the Ranger always told the boys to stay away from the Yeti Swamp. Boots knew all the Chippewa legends.
Well, one night one of the boys was heading up with his buddies from Buckskin up to Hawk Hill. He was a "Know-It-All", and was trying to convince his friends that the Yeti Swamp was far enough, and that he wasn't afraid of any old swamp. His friends said no, but this Scout stayed, and set up his tent on the hill overlooking the south side of the Yeti Swamp. His buddies warned him not to, and even stayed while he set up his tent and started his fire, hoping to talk him out of it. But the Scout stayed.
It was a starry, still night (just like tonight) and the Scouts up on Hawk Hill didn't sleep very well. They thought they heard strange noises and screams coming from the direction of Yeti Swamp. They thought it must be the wind, and they tried to sleep, covering their heads in their sleeping bags. But the Chippewa on the other side of the lake knew what the noises were.
After the Scout who camped by the swamp was several hours late returning to his camp in Buckskin, the troop organized a search party. When they got to the hill overlooking Yeti Swamp, they were horror-stricken at what they saw. The missing Scout's tend and sleeping bag had been ripped to shreds, with what looked like giant claw marks. His pack was equally torn and the contents strewn about, and his cooking gear looked as if it had been squashed by an elephant. But no signs of the boy could be found - just some knots of strange, dirty fur caught in some of the brambles, and some huge, two foot long prints sunk deep in the moist earth, leading into the swamp.
No Scouts went near Yeti Swamp for years after that, even when the camp grew, and they added Ten Chiefs, Flintlock, Pioneer, and finally Explorer Base, later to be called Voyageur. Even when Flintlock was in full swing, no troop sites were put anywhere near Yeti Swamp.
In 1971, one of the craziest counselors who ever worked at Many Point was a commissioner in Flintlock. Dan'l Keiser was his name, and he claimed he wasn't afraid of anything. He was about six feet tall and all muscle, his neck was so thick that his head looked like it went right into his shoulders. Dan'l once set the world record for eating live minnows. When he got done, he said he was still hungry, so someone handed him a big bullfrog. Dan'l couldn't swallow it whole, so he bit it in half, and ate it one half at a time.
To show you how crazy Dan'l was, he built his Commissioner's Site on the north end of Flintlock. Right on the northern edge of Yeti Swamp.
Well, that summer passed pretty peacefully, and it was one of the busiest summers that Flintlock had ever seen, with about 300 scouts passing through it. At the end of the day, the staff would all gather in Flintlock Lodge, writing letters to their families and girlfriends, do leatherwork, play guitar, or swap stories late into the night. Dan'l Keiser was always the last one to leave.
One night, after a particularly late story session when Dan'l had made everyone laugh so hard that they cried, Dan'l decided it was about time he made it back to his camp on the north end of Yeti Swamp. He reached for his flashlight, but realized that he had left it in his tent. He looked outside and it was a pitch-black night, with the wind whistling through the trees. But Dan'l Keiser wasn't afraid of anything. He headed down the road, around Yeti Swamp, into the darkness.
He would take a few steps and pretty soon he'd find himself off the road, it was so awfully dark. After a few minutes he'd find it again, and after a few more steps he'd find himself back off the road. The way the trees grew over and shadowed the road made it black as ink, and he knew he'd never get any sleep at that rate. He'd have to get into the starlight, and the only place the starlight could get through was straight through the middle of Yeti Swamp.
Dan'l found a path through the swamp and he slowly began walking. He was now finding his way all right, but all of a sudden it seemed to get awfully cold. Dan'l continued on, bundling his Scout jacket tighter around himself.
As Dan'l got further and further into the swamp, another strange thing happened. All of a sudden the wind stopped. Dead. And Dan'l couldn't even hear a cricket chirp. Strange, he thought. But Dan'l wasn't afraid.
He began walking faster and faster through the swamp, telling himself that the faster he could get to his camp, the more sleep he'd get. Then Dan'l had the feeling he was being followed. He moved quickly through the swamp, his camp almost in sight. He thought he felt a could breath down his neck, and he began to run. He heard a big, padding sound behind him, as if huge feet were following him. and he raced through the swamp. Then, just as he was almost to his camp, Dan'l turned around and looked behind him.
It was awful - Dan'l reached his camp on a dead run and continued right on running as he hit the road and began running right back to the lodge. He ran through thorns and briars and smacked into trees in the blackness, but still he kept running. When he reached the lodge, another staff member was sitting at the table, working on tanning a large cowhide. When he saw Dan'l, he thought it was a ghost and ran out the back door to get the rest of the staff. When they came into the lodge, the saw Dan'l.
His hair and skin were almost pure white, his hair standing straight out, his eyes as wide as saucers, and he was panting and breathing like a madman. In his hand he held a nail, and appeared to be attacking the leather hide on the table. As he continued, they saw he was working on a terrifying drawing. When they asked him what had happened, he could not stop stammering long enough to answer. When he finished drawing, he passed out.
Dan'l slept for three days and nights. Gradually, the color returned to his skin and hair, and his breathing relaxed to its normal pace. When he woke up, he was himself, with no memory of what had happened that dark, windy night. But to this day, the leather hide on which he had hastily scratched the picture of what he had seen hangs on the wall of Flintlock lodge as a warning from the only person who had seen THE YETI OF MANY POINT LAKE and lived to tell the tale.
I also have a map collection. St.Paul of course. Some are framed- others are encapsulated flat in archival plastic. To see the changes & progress over 150 years just engrosses me. Lake SUPERior is the best of the lakes.
spending most of my afternoon shooting a music video.
I don't know how it's gonna turn out - but it was way fun. they did a bunch of shots, then they did some different stuff - incase they didn't like how the initial idea looked on film.
WARNING: 1/2 of this same post in the WEATHER THREAD
my day in somewhat blog form
It was finally a beautifully sunny day (we've had way too many cloudy days lately- talk about bringing a person down)
I was dying to get outside! and craving the Minnesota Great Get Together and cheese curds terribly. I got my secret button, bought stuff at the gift shop, hugged a chipmunk, mmmmmmmmm that first cheese curd just melting in my mouth with my eyes closed! getting fudge at the grandstand, checking out the news booths and 93x, running into a couple of people :smile: , watching the talent show and a really good band later in the evening, cotton candy, did lots of other things too, I finished off the evening there by riding the skyride while looking at the night lights of the midway and an almost cloudless evening with a full moon.
It was almost a perfect day. I was so glad my oldest, Sarah, said she would go with me (won't get too many more days of her WANTING to spend time with mommy).
::smerk:: I think kc was the first to share about this a few years ago- ??? it suprises me how many people don't know about it. Supposedly this is the ONLY place on the fair grounds to get a state fair commemorative button - and its FREEEEE!!!! I love the scavenger hunt feel to the fair!
Now this is what makes it fun this year.... you have to follow these directions...
when you first walk in through the Main Gates... make your way west on the main drag to the information booth (north side of street on the corner) near the gift shop. You must enter the door to the right of the information booth. There should be an older friendly gentleman standing there. The first thing you say is ANYTHING to make him know that you know that he is scandinavian! I said "Goodafternoon to the Scandinavian, nice to see you, may I have a secret button please?"
then see what happens. :wink:
note there may be a woman there too- nice gray haired lady with glasses- than just ask her for a fair button. don't forget to thank her kindly.
Hah! Yep, I've been going there to get a button since I found out about them. It's the best kept secret at the fair as far as I know.
Check out the Museum behind the Heritage Square. They have a few of the old buttons, but even they don't have a complete set. I'm beginning to wonder if anyone does.
(also, if you ask the ladies there, they might have some extra buttons from recent years).
Went to the State Fair yesterday. Pioneer Press building is gone. Gone. Just open air under the grandstand where they used to be. INFO folks told us they don't have a site there - just paper boxes. That seems very weird to me. Weird Al was awesome - he sure puts on a good show.
me2, when were you out there?
We did find the secret button people. No scandinavian guy or older lady there, though. :eek:(
That didn't stop us from speaking some kind of broken and made-up Swedish to them, though.
Divide the cards among friends and family or play 'em all yourself. Go for a traditional straight line or diagonal - or play to black out all the items. Set a time limit or play all day.
More variations
# Try to eat all the food items on your card.
# Require a cell phone photo as proof of a sighting.
Bonus/penalty
# Mark any space if you take a photo of a tube top, Goth teens, a John Deere cap, a kid on a leash or someone tossing his cookies after a ride.
# Lose a point if you step in a cow pie, scream in the Haunted House, stop at the Star Tribune booth or toss your cookies after a ride.
The Pioneer Press building has been gone since bfore 1999. When I did the marketing for Wolters Greenhouse I worked with the pp on a promotions gig at the fair that year. They didnt have the building then. They were located under the grandstand bridge with no structure.
I LOVE putting on events - come to find out there is actually a Certificate that I can get called Festival & Events Management!!
Happy - to realize a lot of people want to support me to take this course and giving me ways to help pay for it!
Bummed that I can't do Part 1 in class as I would miss the first day because of an event at work (the course is 3 parts, each part being 3 days) So need to do an "on-line" version in the winter.
Happy - Explained to the instructor as to why I will be doing only Part 2 & 3 in class then waiting to take Part 1 in the winter on-line. And after hearing of my experience said there would be no problem with me making up the content that I would miss and is willing to make allowance if I can attend the the next 2 days AND will most likely use my event as an example.
I knew it had been a long time since I'd been to the fair, and that it had to be 1999 or earlier. Guess it was earlier. Hard to believe that Ma Press doesn't have a presence out there anymore.
Months ago I had a squirrel living under my shed. I blocked the enterance it didn't see it for a long time. Then a while back I found a nest inside a box in my shed and I destroyed the nest. After that I found another nest in the engine compartment of my snowmobile inside my shed. They chewed up the foam that goes over the carburator to make a nest. I removed that and secures the rafters better to keep anything out. No activity inside, but now there was a hole under the shed in the back again. I bought a trap.
The trap sat outside by my deck for a few weeks and I got nothing. I then found the hole behind my shed and placed the trap there. Something was eating the carrots I put out but didn't set the trap off. I put out granola bars and the dissappeared. Yesterday I thought maybe the ants were getting the granola because 1/2 of what I put there was covered in ants. So I just left it for that day.
Today I went to put out some english muffin and the trap was sprung.
The St. Paul Saints minor league baseball team plans to hand out the chew toy to the first 1,500 fans at its home game tonight. It's the team mascot, a pig, in the Atlanta Falcons team colors and with Vick's name and number on it.
I was starving.. and it was... gone in about 4 bites. :sheepish:
seriously the best late nite chinese (& donuts) evah
Wanna be mine?
how come we don't have this???
Deep-fried Coke. at the texas state fair...
or this...
http://www.roadfood.com/Forums/topic.asp?TOPIC_ID=21503
at the Cali. State Fair.
actually liked the deep fried chicken sandwhich, stuck inside a krispy cream donut with honey mustard sauce.
I also got the coke. It was a lil strange - the carmel tastes sorta burnt.
and ya'll got Cheese Curds which we don't and I'd trade a bazillion deep fried olives for those.
the building looks just like hussong's in ensenada - a total replica, and when you walk inside, the bar is the same, the walls, the decor - it rocks. KILLER margarita's.
Behind every good man, is a woman rolling her eyes.
being drunk at work...
we had a bbq, and I had mas corona, and then we had a tasting meeting to look at our wine profile for this year.. 18 wines in a lil over an hour.
woooo hooooo.
and as soon as I get like 3 things done - I get to go home. yay baby!
THE YETI
as told by Al Boyce
There are several versions of the Many Point Yeti story floating about, this one is a composite of several that I have heard. This story is best told just before the end of a campfire on a still, starry night, sitting around the glowing embers of a campfire.
There are many strange stories told of men and monsters who have inhabited Northern Minnesota; the Agropelter, Mad Jack, Dog Pete, and Paul Bunyan, but one of the strangest and most mysterious stories to be told had to be the tale of the Many Point Yeti Monster.
Once upon a time in the lands that now shelter Many Point Scout Camp, the land was completely covered by glaciers, great rivers of ice that descended from the North Pole. Very little could live in the bitter cold that came with these glaciers - this was even before there were humans in the world, and the creatures that did exist by our standards would appear very strange. Most scientists believe that these creatures are all extinct now. But scientists are discovering creatures once thought extinct every day.
As the Ice Ages ended, and the glaciers retreated, they left behind beautiful lakes, craggy hillsides, and the broad, flat valleys and plains that make Minnesota so beautiful. Sometime in this period historians believe that Native Americans moved into North America from Asia across the now non-existent Bering Strait land bridge through Alaska. As the tribes grew and spread out, the Sioux and the Ojibwa tribes, which white men later called the Chippewa, came to inhabit Minnesota.
You can still see their remains as close as the Indian Mounds at the Tamarac Wildlife Refuge. There were recorded Chippewa camps on both Many Point and Round lakes, and their trails criss-cross the camp, and some have even become our camp roads. The Chippewa even gave Many Point its name: "Ga-kitche-ma-mini-wa-mi-wang" translated from Chippewa as "Lake With Many Points". Even so, no Chippewa ever went anywhere near the swamp to the east of Flintlock Bay on Many Point lake.
The Chippewa lived peacefully for many years before the white man came to the Many Point area, hunting, fishing, and harvesting wild rice from the lakes, and berries from the woodlands. But all the Chippewa people know better than to camp by Yeti Swamp.
Then the trappers and the fur traders came, mostly Frenchmen coming up the Great Lakes originally, then travelling up and down the Mississippi and Red rivers. It was only a matter of time before a trader would travel down the Otter Tail river from the Red River and visit the beautiful Gakitchemaminiwamiwang, or the "Lac du Beaucoup des Points" as the Frenchmen called it.
As the trappers began hunting in the lands of the peaceful Chippewa, the Indians warned the trappers to stay away from Yeti Swamp. At first, there was enough game to go around, and the trappers didn't need to hunt the swamp, but as more and more pelts were taken, many of them began camping and trapping by the swamp. No one ever really knew what happened to them, it was assumed by the size of the claw marks on their shredded canoes and tents that it was some sort of giant bear that had gotten them. But the footprints looked more like those of a giant man. And none of the trappers who camped by the swamp ever returned to tell the tale. All the Chippewa would say was, "Yeti!"
Soon, as the Americans pushed westward, loggers moved into the verdant pine forests surrounding Many Point lake. The Chippewa warned them of the dangers of Yeti Swamp too - but people needed wood for wagons, homes and cities, and some of the biggest pine trees to be had bordered on the swamp. Sometimes when a logger was working near the swamp too late into the night, a search party would be sent to look for him, and all that would be found would be pools of blood, knots of dirty fur, giant footprints, and occasionally the lumberjack's ace, still stuck in a tree as if in mid-stroke. The loggers all said that the missing lumberjack must have gotten fed up with the logging life and headed into town, never to return to the woods. And it might have been so. But all the Chippewa would say was, "Yeti!"
Finally, Boots Hanson moved up to Many Point from Minneapolis in 1946 to build Many Point Scout Camp. It was a tough job - the first year it was only 30 or so Scouts camping around the Dining Hall in what is now called Buckskin. Camping Merit Badge was one of the tough merit badges required in those days. Boys had to set out from their camp to spend the night alone, hiking five miles first, set up their own camp and cook their own meals, then return in the morning. Some of the favorite spots for those overnights were the old Duluth site in what is now Voyageur camp, Crazy Horse campsite in what is now Ten Chiefs, and Hawk Hill. But Boots the Ranger always told the boys to stay away from the Yeti Swamp. Boots knew all the Chippewa legends.
Well, one night one of the boys was heading up with his buddies from Buckskin up to Hawk Hill. He was a "Know-It-All", and was trying to convince his friends that the Yeti Swamp was far enough, and that he wasn't afraid of any old swamp. His friends said no, but this Scout stayed, and set up his tent on the hill overlooking the south side of the Yeti Swamp. His buddies warned him not to, and even stayed while he set up his tent and started his fire, hoping to talk him out of it. But the Scout stayed.
It was a starry, still night (just like tonight) and the Scouts up on Hawk Hill didn't sleep very well. They thought they heard strange noises and screams coming from the direction of Yeti Swamp. They thought it must be the wind, and they tried to sleep, covering their heads in their sleeping bags. But the Chippewa on the other side of the lake knew what the noises were.
After the Scout who camped by the swamp was several hours late returning to his camp in Buckskin, the troop organized a search party. When they got to the hill overlooking Yeti Swamp, they were horror-stricken at what they saw. The missing Scout's tend and sleeping bag had been ripped to shreds, with what looked like giant claw marks. His pack was equally torn and the contents strewn about, and his cooking gear looked as if it had been squashed by an elephant. But no signs of the boy could be found - just some knots of strange, dirty fur caught in some of the brambles, and some huge, two foot long prints sunk deep in the moist earth, leading into the swamp.
No Scouts went near Yeti Swamp for years after that, even when the camp grew, and they added Ten Chiefs, Flintlock, Pioneer, and finally Explorer Base, later to be called Voyageur. Even when Flintlock was in full swing, no troop sites were put anywhere near Yeti Swamp.
In 1971, one of the craziest counselors who ever worked at Many Point was a commissioner in Flintlock. Dan'l Keiser was his name, and he claimed he wasn't afraid of anything. He was about six feet tall and all muscle, his neck was so thick that his head looked like it went right into his shoulders. Dan'l once set the world record for eating live minnows. When he got done, he said he was still hungry, so someone handed him a big bullfrog. Dan'l couldn't swallow it whole, so he bit it in half, and ate it one half at a time.
To show you how crazy Dan'l was, he built his Commissioner's Site on the north end of Flintlock. Right on the northern edge of Yeti Swamp.
Well, that summer passed pretty peacefully, and it was one of the busiest summers that Flintlock had ever seen, with about 300 scouts passing through it. At the end of the day, the staff would all gather in Flintlock Lodge, writing letters to their families and girlfriends, do leatherwork, play guitar, or swap stories late into the night. Dan'l Keiser was always the last one to leave.
One night, after a particularly late story session when Dan'l had made everyone laugh so hard that they cried, Dan'l decided it was about time he made it back to his camp on the north end of Yeti Swamp. He reached for his flashlight, but realized that he had left it in his tent. He looked outside and it was a pitch-black night, with the wind whistling through the trees. But Dan'l Keiser wasn't afraid of anything. He headed down the road, around Yeti Swamp, into the darkness.
He would take a few steps and pretty soon he'd find himself off the road, it was so awfully dark. After a few minutes he'd find it again, and after a few more steps he'd find himself back off the road. The way the trees grew over and shadowed the road made it black as ink, and he knew he'd never get any sleep at that rate. He'd have to get into the starlight, and the only place the starlight could get through was straight through the middle of Yeti Swamp.
Dan'l found a path through the swamp and he slowly began walking. He was now finding his way all right, but all of a sudden it seemed to get awfully cold. Dan'l continued on, bundling his Scout jacket tighter around himself.
As Dan'l got further and further into the swamp, another strange thing happened. All of a sudden the wind stopped. Dead. And Dan'l couldn't even hear a cricket chirp. Strange, he thought. But Dan'l wasn't afraid.
He began walking faster and faster through the swamp, telling himself that the faster he could get to his camp, the more sleep he'd get. Then Dan'l had the feeling he was being followed. He moved quickly through the swamp, his camp almost in sight. He thought he felt a could breath down his neck, and he began to run. He heard a big, padding sound behind him, as if huge feet were following him. and he raced through the swamp. Then, just as he was almost to his camp, Dan'l turned around and looked behind him.
It was awful - Dan'l reached his camp on a dead run and continued right on running as he hit the road and began running right back to the lodge. He ran through thorns and briars and smacked into trees in the blackness, but still he kept running. When he reached the lodge, another staff member was sitting at the table, working on tanning a large cowhide. When he saw Dan'l, he thought it was a ghost and ran out the back door to get the rest of the staff. When they came into the lodge, the saw Dan'l.
His hair and skin were almost pure white, his hair standing straight out, his eyes as wide as saucers, and he was panting and breathing like a madman. In his hand he held a nail, and appeared to be attacking the leather hide on the table. As he continued, they saw he was working on a terrifying drawing. When they asked him what had happened, he could not stop stammering long enough to answer. When he finished drawing, he passed out.
Dan'l slept for three days and nights. Gradually, the color returned to his skin and hair, and his breathing relaxed to its normal pace. When he woke up, he was himself, with no memory of what had happened that dark, windy night. But to this day, the leather hide on which he had hastily scratched the picture of what he had seen hangs on the wall of Flintlock lodge as a warning from the only person who had seen THE YETI OF MANY POINT LAKE and lived to tell the tale.
all thanks to my dad and grandma - rest their souls
I don't know how it's gonna turn out - but it was way fun. they did a bunch of shots, then they did some different stuff - incase they didn't like how the initial idea looked on film.
kinda trippy to watch unfold.
my day in somewhat blog form
It was finally a beautifully sunny day (we've had way too many cloudy days lately- talk about bringing a person down)
I was dying to get outside! and craving the Minnesota Great Get Together and cheese curds terribly. I got my secret button, bought stuff at the gift shop, hugged a chipmunk, mmmmmmmmm that first cheese curd just melting in my mouth with my eyes closed! getting fudge at the grandstand, checking out the news booths and 93x, running into a couple of people :smile: , watching the talent show and a really good band later in the evening, cotton candy, did lots of other things too, I finished off the evening there by riding the skyride while looking at the night lights of the midway and an almost cloudless evening with a full moon.
It was almost a perfect day. I was so glad my oldest, Sarah, said she would go with me (won't get too many more days of her WANTING to spend time with mommy).
I think kc was the first to share about this a few years ago- ??? it suprises me how many people don't know about it. Supposedly this is the ONLY place on the fair grounds to get a state fair commemorative button - and its FREEEEE!!!! I love the scavenger hunt feel to the fair!
Now this is what makes it fun this year.... you have to follow these directions...
when you first walk in through the Main Gates... make your way west on the main drag to the information booth (north side of street on the corner) near the gift shop. You must enter the door to the right of the information booth. There should be an older friendly gentleman standing there. The first thing you say is ANYTHING to make him know that you know that he is scandinavian! I said "Goodafternoon to the Scandinavian, nice to see you, may I have a secret button please?"
then see what happens. :wink:
note there may be a woman there too- nice gray haired lady with glasses- than just ask her for a fair button. don't forget to thank her kindly.
I took pics that I'll get up later- its amazing!
I know - I was "smerking" a little when I posted those questions! LOL!
Thanks for the info - we'll be sure to follow your instructions. I actually speak a *little* bit of Swedish, so this could be fun!
Check out the Museum behind the Heritage Square. They have a few of the old buttons, but even they don't have a complete set. I'm beginning to wonder if anyone does.
(also, if you ask the ladies there, they might have some extra buttons from recent years).
I swear I'm going to get some of my stuff done, and get some kind of grip on all these projects I'm just not getting done (it's not all work).
Besides, my car is in the shop getting worked on and won't be done until tomorrow.
I wonder if I can have a camp fire in my cubicle? roast marshmallows and the like... :goofy:
me2, when were you out there?
We did find the secret button people. No scandinavian guy or older lady there, though. :eek:(
That didn't stop us from speaking some kind of broken and made-up Swedish to them, though.
Oh.. my dealership just called, and my car's all done. Whoohoo! I get to go get it!
Maybe I can sneak out of work early today too, I think I've earned it.
The rules
Divide the cards among friends and family or play 'em all yourself. Go for a traditional straight line or diagonal - or play to black out all the items. Set a time limit or play all day.
More variations
# Try to eat all the food items on your card.
# Require a cell phone photo as proof of a sighting.
Bonus/penalty
# Mark any space if you take a photo of a tube top, Goth teens, a John Deere cap, a kid on a leash or someone tossing his cookies after a ride.
# Lose a point if you step in a cow pie, scream in the Haunted House, stop at the Star Tribune booth or toss your cookies after a ride.
http://extras.mnginteractive.com/live/media/site569/2007/0822/20070822_101001_StateFairBingo1.pdf
http://extras.mnginteractive.com/live/media/site569/2007/0822/20070822_101533_StateFairBingo2.pdf
http://extras.mnginteractive.com/live/media/site569/2007/0822/20070822_101719_StateFairBingo3.pdf
http://extras.mnginteractive.com/live/media/site569/2007/0822/20070822_101836_StateFairBingo4.pdf
btw...I'm REALLY REALLY REALLY PROUD OF MYSELF!!!!
I edited this post because the paper had a typo!!!!
http://www.twincities.com/minnesotastatefair/ci_6679461?nclick_check=1
can you find the typo???
I suppose it should read rent-to-own instead :smile:
The Pioneer Press building has been gone since bfore 1999. When I did the marketing for Wolters Greenhouse I worked with the pp on a promotions gig at the fair that year. They didnt have the building then. They were located under the grandstand bridge with no structure.
I LOVE putting on events - come to find out there is actually a Certificate that I can get called Festival & Events Management!!
Happy - to realize a lot of people want to support me to take this course and giving me ways to help pay for it!
Bummed that I can't do Part 1 in class as I would miss the first day because of an event at work (the course is 3 parts, each part being 3 days) So need to do an "on-line" version in the winter.
Happy - Explained to the instructor as to why I will be doing only Part 2 & 3 in class then waiting to take Part 1 in the winter on-line. And after hearing of my experience said there would be no problem with me making up the content that I would miss and is willing to make allowance if I can attend the the next 2 days AND will most likely use my event as an example.
Today is a very good day!!
nice!
footballs at your house tomorrow night? :wink:
The trap sat outside by my deck for a few weeks and I got nothing. I then found the hole behind my shed and placed the trap there. Something was eating the carrots I put out but didn't set the trap off. I put out granola bars and the dissappeared. Yesterday I thought maybe the ants were getting the granola because 1/2 of what I put there was covered in ants. So I just left it for that day.
Today I went to put out some english muffin and the trap was sprung.
I looked in and saw this.
3 oppossums!
I got 3 for one!
Now I don't know what to do with them!
Probly set them free up by 3m lake.
Hope they dont bite me!
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Better find the trap instructions....