Monday, November 2, 2009

Room at this Inn

I was talking to the Harbor Master last night and mentioned that the Commodore went down to see her aunt in Minneapolis. Her reply to that was "Mom went DOWN to Minneapolis!??"
That was when it hit me. The Commodore and the Admiral had to go SOUTH to get to Minneapolis.
That should have occurred to me earlier. Perhaps when we arrived and found that nearly all of the campgrounds had been closed for the season. After leaving a park with no water, sewer or bathroom, we landed in a town that appeared to have absolutely no lodging for RVers. Further inspection uncovered a nearby town, Randall, Minnesota where we found the Innsbrook Motel and RV park. Fortunately for us, the closing of the Innsbrook has been delayed by other travelers.
The Innsbrook in the summer is said to be a bustling place, full of RVs and with a common fire every night. It is cold and wet now, so there are not many people here. In fact we are the only people here. The owners have been no less accommodating for that, though. We have not a single complaint to make about this delightful little place. We must offer our profound thanks to these folks. They kept the RV hookups open for us (they are closing  What kind of an adventure doesn't have the characters saved from the cold and the rain and snow by kindly natives in the midst of an endless wilderness.

Tomorrow we leave for North Dakota. I have always wanted to see North Dakota, but now that the moment is upon us, I am a bit apprehensive.
When the owner of the Innsbrook asked where we were going next, I told him, and he replied "Oh, it's cold there."
The info page of a campground website has only the following poem. (after clicking the link, you still have to click on the info button in the side bar of the page that comes up.)

When it's springtime in North Dakota
And the gentle breezes blow,
About seventy miles an hour
And it's fifty-two below.
You can tell you're in North Dakota
'Cause the snow's up to your butt,
And you take a breath of springtime air
And your nose holes both freeze shut.
The weather here is wonderful
So I guess I'll hang around,
I could never leave North Dakota,
My feet are frozen to the ground!

Yes, I am beginning to be rather concerned about this leg of the journey. I guess that's what makes it an adventure.


  1. Oh, that poem is hilarious! Tell your mom make sure all your guys stay warm!

    God bless,
    Laura Clark (Erin's mom)

  2. In the mid-fifteenth century, a guy named Henriech Isaac composed a song for one of the dukes of Austria. The title is Innsbruck Ich Muss Dich Lassen. It's about having to leave the duke's favourite castle. For some reason, I am really impressed that I actually learned relevant information in music history! Dr. Treacy would be proud. haha. Here it is. Observant Catholic will recognize the tune. Especially ones who listen to O divino Nino Jesu (I always wanna put O on that):

    Innsbruck, I must leave you
    For I am traveling the road
    to a foreign land.
    (There,) deprived of my joy
    and knowing not how to get it back,
    I will be in misery.

    I am burdened with great sorrow
    which I can shed only
    through the one dearest to me.
    O my love, leave me not bereft
    of compassion in your heart
    that I must part from you.

    My comfort above all other women,
    I remain yours forever,
    always faithful, in true honor.
    And now, may God protect you,
    safe in virtue,
    till I return.