John Wayne airport temperature read 85 degrees when my husband and I boarded the plane, arriving in Minneapolis three and a half hour later to a cold 42. We chose this week to visit family, and also view the Fall colors. But, to our dismay, the colors peeked the week before, and so did their 65 degree weather. The chill crept through my California “winter” clothes to the core of my bones, while the cold air roped around my lungs. It’s okay, I tell myself, we’re only visiting for five days.
We didn’t have to wait long for my Brother- in-law to pull up to the Delta terminal in his fancy pickup. Entering 35W, we headed for Lakeville, leaving the Minneapolis skyline behind.
The following morning we gathered my Father-in-law and took a road trip to Red Wing, located on the Mississippi River. Red Wing feels like an old manufacturing town, much as I suspect it was like a century ago, but now entwined with a diversity of artisans, artists and craft stores. Overlooking the town rests The Oakwood Cemetery where we leisurely toured the site by way of truck along the meandering road, twisting around divided landscapes of headstones and monuments boasting Scandinavian Surnames dating back to the eighteenth century.
On the road back to Lakeville, corn fields the color of hay framed the roadside and swayed in the harvest breeze, while columbines approached, reaping, threshing, and winnowing, leaving a coarse pathway of dried stems.
The following day we headed southeast and drove around Lake City, located in the Region of the Mississippi Bluffs. The Community is situated along the shores of Lake Pepin where we stopped at “Pepin Heights Honeycrisp Place” to taste their wares. Struggling with the bus load of tourists for apple sampling, many I’ve never heard of, I dubbed the “Sweetango” variety my favorite. Smaller and lackluster than most apples I’m used to in the West Coast, this apple’s texture of the peel is rutted and bland and the skin boasts the color of deep maroon and fades to a pale yellow towards the stem. But, “don’t judge a book by its cover” this apple is delicious.
Back at the Minneapolis-Saint Paul airport I was awe struck by the dozens of hanging baskets lining the terminal overflowing with full bloom flowers. How do they survive the cold? After arriving back in the OC to the tepid air made me realize, even though we don’t have a colorful fall, how I enjoy the West Coast weather.
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