Lindbergh Home & State Park

Late last week, we took advantage of the last day without doggies to visit Charles Lindbergh’s childhood home and the adjoining Charles A. Lindbergh State Park near Little Falls, MN.  I only knew a minimal amount about Lindbergh – that his had been the first solo flight across the Atlantic and that he grew up in Little Falls, MN.  That’s it!  So I learned a lot.

Charles Lindbergh's Childhood Home, Little Falls, MN

Lindbergh’s childhood home on the banks of the Mississippi River. This home was built in 1906 after a far grander home burned to the ground in 1905. Lindbergh lived here in summers and then full time with only his mother since his parents were separated.

A hiding spot for Lindbergh's childhood toys in the wall behind the kitchen wainscoting.
Lindbergh would hide his toys in this spot behind the kitchen wainscoting so the hired hand’s kids wouldn’t get after them when he was away in Washington for the winter (his father, C.A., was a Congressman).

Lindbergh's childhood bedroom - a screened porch

Overlooking the Mighty Mississippi, Lindbergh used this screened porch as his bedroom on all but the very coldest of nights.

Lindbergh's mother's piano

Some items, like this piano, were salvaged from the larger house before it burned to the ground. Lindbergh’s mother loved the piano and certainly other items burned up because the clock was ticking, but this is an item that several men had to remove first.

 

Lindbergh's car

Interestingly, most of the items found in the house do belong to the Lindbergh family. The only reason they are still around is because Lindbergh had them in storage. Once he made his flight he was a sensation and the home was ransacked in search of “souvenirs.” Without doubt if these items had been left in the house, they would have been destroyed and stolen. This car was left in the house and was parted out, painted up, and nearly destroyed. Later crews from Fort Ridgely donated their time to restore it to its original condition. Lindbergh drove his mother and some other relatives to California in this car – it took them 40 days!!

 

The house was repaired by WPA workers in the mid 30s and they also built structures at the state park.

 

CA Lindbergh State Park

Charles A. Lindbergh State Park was donated to the state in the 30s to honor the flying superstar’s father. Here’s one idyllic scene.
We did a bit of geocaching but didn’t bring bug dope, so we didn’t last too long. Too bad – it was so pretty.

 

 

 

The Chiropractor and The Goodwill Outlet

I went to a chiropractor for the first time ever today.  I was a bit skeptical, having heard the “quackropractor” comment enough times in my life, really, but on the advice of my very trusted MD I decided to give him a shot.  A few weeks ago I did *something* to my back and it hasn’t been healing.  Luckily it’s just an irritation in the SI joint and not a slipped disk or or anything like that.  It’s nothing that some exercises and posture can’t eventually fix.  So I am icing and doing exercises and keeping my fingers crossed.

After the chiro appointment we did some garage sale-ing (no luck) and went to a medical supply store to get me a lumbar cushion (which I will be returning as it is too thick).  Anywho, right behind the store is the Goodwill Outlet.  I’d seen this sign a million times driving home from work, but for whatever reason, always had assumed that it was closed down.  Well, it was anything but.  That place was hopping!

Basically how it works is there are about a dozen humongous tables where culled items, mostly clothing, from Goodwill stores are dumped out.  You have to dig through them and see what you can find.  Then, about every 10 minutes, the staff rotates out the clothing from a group of four tables.  They scoop up all the clothing on the enormous surface and dump it all into one of those ginormous boxes like the ones that produce is shipped in.  These containers are about 6 feet by 6 feet by 6 feet – you can kind of see them in the pic below.  They have to use a pallet jack to move them around, they must be so heavy with all the clothes in them!  Then, once everything is cleared off, they bring over another of these huge boxes and dump it out on the table.  All the people stand waiting politely until they have done this on all four tables, then the staff gives the signal and the digging commences.  (We committed a faux pas and started in on the first table and got some instructions at that point.)  A few shoppers had carts stacked about eight feet high, and then they would park at the edge of the store and comb through all of it.  The clothing was sold by the pound rather than by the item, so there are mega deals to be had – if you have the patience.  There were a lot of things about the place that we couldn’t figure out about how it all worked, but we managed to purchase a few items – about four fall shirts for me, one for Bryce, and a nice pair of rubber boots for him.  We grabbed a pair of Patagonia pants for eBay and an 80s shirt to sell online as well – those were a gamble but at such rock bottom prices it really wasn’t.  If we have to donate them back to Goodwill, well, the circle can begin again.  😉  Interestingly, the clerk I was chatting with said that anything that doesn’t sell gets farmed back out to Goodwill stores!  She said it’s just all about keeping the inventory fresh for people and that there are so many stores that it works well.

I took one quick pic to help you, the reader, understand the scale of the operation, but didn’t want to make a spectacle out of the shoppers, who in some cases appeared to be immigrant families or other individuals down on their luck who truly may be relying on the Goodwill Outlet – so I want to acknowledge that what was a quirky and fun adventure for us could have been a lifeline for someone else.

We’d go back!

Goodwill Outlet at University and 280 in Minneapolis, MN

The Goodwill Outlet at University and 280 – clothing to the right, conveyor belts with hard goods to the left.

Antiquing in Stillwater

Today’s adventure was antiquing in Stillwater.  We bought a new olive oil sprayer, pan scraper, drinks for each of us at the co-op, a kiddie cone at Nelson’s (threw about a third of it away! – they are known for their gigantic portions) and had a lovely visit with a friend.  We hit Valu Thrift on the way home, no big news there!  A beautiful day in a sweet town.

South Dakota and Western MN Adventures

western state park route

Our route and the places we visited in South Dakota and western MN

We took a few days to visit a friend of my hubby’s in South Dakota and then to hit a few state parks on the way home.  We had been hoping for a Yellowstone trip but the house project we’re in has us a bit freaked out money-wise, so we scaled back.  We had fun on the backroads of western MN – no Interstates on this trip, at least outside of the Cities.

First we met up with Bryce’s friend Jerod and met his whole extended family as they were celebrating the marriage of one of the nieces.  We also learned about potato guns.  🙂

Big Stone Lake State Park Sign

Big Stone Lake State Park is on the MN/SD border on humongous Big Stone Lake, source of the Minnesota River.

Campsite at Big Stone Lake

Our campsite at Big Stone Lake, complete with tablecloth and lake view. 🙂

Then we headed to Big Stone Lake State Park.  Everyone had shoved off after the Fourth and we had only about half a dozen neighbors in the very clean and quiet campground.  The beach was lovely and private and we took a dip; we marveled at the pelicans on huge Big Stone Lake.  Our campsite was right by the lake and we had a fantastic fire.  We also geocached with a loaner unit from the park and were successful at finding the cache, even though it was a bit prickly!

Monson Lake State Park sign

Monson Lake State Park is teeny but peaceful

Picnic shelter at Monson Lake State Park.

Both Monson Lake and Sibley State Parks had these granite buildings constructed during the WPA era by the Veterans’ Conservation Corps. I had not realized there was a separate arm of the Conservation Corps specifically for WWI vets. Look at those hand-hewn beams. Incredible.

Historic Marker at Monson Lake State Park

This historical marker was erected a Monson Lake by one of two survivors of an attack on the settlement during the 1862 US-Dakota Conflict. He was only about six at the time of the attack, and put up this marker almost 100 years ago. I found it eerie.

After our night at Big Stone Lake we headed out on MN-12 across fields of corn to find Monson Lake State Park, a diminutive little park that commemorates the site of an attack on settlers, one of the first of the US-Dakota Conflict in 1862.  The local community used to have yearly commemorations of the event that would draw thousands.

There was only one camper in the whole campground!  Two lovely lakes and a nice nature trail, combined with stately Veterans’ Conservation Corps constructed buildings, would have made this a peaceful place to camp.  We decided just to lunch and to move on to the next park for the night since they are very close to each other.

Sibley State Park sign

Sibley State Park is large with lots of activities.

Sibley State Park is much bigger than its cousin Monson Lake!  With two large campgrounds and several lakes and hiking/biking/horse trails, canoe and boat rentals, interpretive center, this park had a lot more for those who like to do activities.  We chose a wooded campsite since the lakeside area was really open and didn’t feel very private.  After a dip at the clean, boisterous beach we headed back, made some supper and then went out geocaching again!  This park kindly provided not only the coordinates to the Avian Adventure cache in the park, but also the coordinates to several nearby caches.  We even found a microcache.  Man, that was hard to spot!  Another delicious fire capped off the evening, and even though the state bird was being particularly active, it was still nice.

The state bird, a mosquito

The state bird 🙂

Overnight we got drowned by over an inch of rain.  Our tent was never so wet in our camping lives, but we were still staying dry on our blow up bed.  A low, consistent rumbling in the clouds made us fearful of a tornado so we exited the tent in the middle of the torrent to go to the bathroom building.  I, upon exiting the tent, thrust myself headfirst into a huge mud puddle.  YUCK!!  (It was wonderful to take a shower here at home after all that.)  Well, we figured out that it wasn’t a tornado after all so we went back to bed for a bit in the tent (on the dry island of the bed) and when all the rain was over we packed up and headed home as everything was so. so. wet.  I do have to say that it made it fast to pack up the car – just shove it all in and take care of it at home!

We drove home on US-12 through lots of picturesque little towns and did a little thrifting.  Since our trip was cut short we’re hoping to take some doggy-less time to head over and do a bit of antiquing in Stillwater, or perhaps go up to Little Falls to see the Lindbergh House.

World's Biggest Twine Ball

How could I forget the World’s Biggest Twine Ball?!