We camped overnight on bluffs carved 18,000 years ago by the Mississippi River near Winona, MN.  Sometime around 3:00am, a flock of Canadian geese flew over our campsite and woke-up Mr. Crabbypants.  Wisely, the geese didn't shit on us.

In the secluded bluffs west of Winona, we visited the Dominican Priory where Jim would have started his career as a seminarian, were it not for the fact that sanity prevailed.  We left when a surly cleric asked if he could "help us."  Perhaps the good Brother hasn't read Ephesians 4:2.