Cannibal Banana: Day last Day

Let me tell you, I slept absolutely wonderfully. I was woken up maybe twice during the night by the train that was a mere 300 or so yards away. im guessing that the train's stop was not for many miles due to its speed while although impressive, was incredibly loud. add in the fact that a crossing was about a block or so away, and you get the horn.
I took my time getting my stuff together since I knew I had all day to get back to the city...If i wanted. It was pretty much the definition of the perfect morning. It was ever so slightly breezy; enough to keep cool, but not and obstacle to bike against, and the sun was still low because I had woken up early enough which wasnt all too difficult since I was asleep well before the sun had gone down the day before. Perhaps it wasnt even as good of a morning as I was feeling excellent, day and night compared to my wakeup the previous morning.
The night did not bring dew so it was not necessary for me to dry anything off. I ate my breakfast and headed on my way to the Daughters of the American Revolution State Forest. I was ready for... well I was ready to see why I had deviated off course and see what the D.A.R. forest had in store for me.
This day would be the only day I would not get charged at/chased by dogs. Not a single one.

I passed a church and a while later I passed some sort of camp; both of which I took pictures of (which will be added at the end). It was after taking a picture of this camp-type buisness that I noticed the pavement kind of jut out from the road ending in a few big boulders. beyond the boulders lay a white thing. Following my inquisitive nature, I decided to investigate.
I had found it. The elusive Daughters of the American Revolution State Forest.
the PLaque Reads:
"This tract reforested in the interest of conservation by the Minnesota Daughters of the American Revolution 1946"
This was it. I suppose it leads to make sense as to why nobody in Bruno knew really anything about it. I was later to find out more about it.

I have since found information on the Minnesota Daughters of the American Revolution

I had to walk on some plants and smash them down to get a picture of the plaque from the road. After taking the pictures, I headed on my way.
At first, I hadnt paid much thought to the next town I was coming up on, Askov. I kept thinking to myself stupid things such as "I wonder if people here Askov from work?" I saw a bar which might contain comestible fuel for my arduous journey I was to face this coming day, but decided to get a few more miles in before I did so. As i Came up to the first intersection of the city, I noticed that the street sign was not only NOT in english, but that it had very üÑü§µÂ£ ¶Û∏€†ûÃ™∫•Ñ. INTERESTING.
I stopped at LENA's scandinavian gifts. I had a very nice chat with the lady who was running the store. I learned the following:

Askov, Minnesota is the only town (village?) in the country whose street names are legally in Danish (yet all the addresses I get are in English, but remember, i'm only regurgitating)
The Daughters of the American Revolution State Forest once had a seating area where people would have picnics. Volunteers would cut the grass in this area and it was nice... Until some dude decided to live there, parking his truck in the woods and not stopping this practice until the boulders were put up to prevent his doing this. Apparently people also were using it as a dump site. lame.
Askov, Minnesota exports more tonnage of rutabaga than anywhere else in the world.

She dropped a few more nuggets of information, all of which I have forgotten since I diddnt write them down. Oh well, go visit and find out for yourself.
I digress. I had a small pre-breakfast there consisting of stuff about which I was edumacated.

Beef hotdog with rutabaga jam on lefse. AWESOME! the lefse did not absorb the jam and did not collapse from it either. the taste was awesome too (you would think that me, working around food would have some working knowledge to describe food but I don't).
Julekake with whipped cream.
Irish cream phosphate aka Irish cream italian soda (phosphate being italian soda's old school name). I learned that the "proper" way these are to be served is unstirred, leaving all layers separate so that one could appreciate their aesthetics and flavors individually. the same method was used for their cappuccinos which were served in glass mugs.

Cool. I bought a jar of jam and a refrigerator magnet that says "Uff da Minnesota you betcha!" and left.
Unfortunately after that, my day became an arduous, often painful ride. I dont know what time I left, but I did not make it back to my house until around 10:30 that night. I made several stops along the road and even took a short nap at one point to refresh my batteries. I did not want to camp out on the outskirts of town and was damned and determined to make it back that day.
At some point I began talking to myself to keep myself moving. I psychoanalysed myself as a doctor in english and the patient being in spanish and eventually got confused and switched roles several times.
I bought a half dozen ears of sweet corn from some farm kids of which I ate four. I husked and ate said ears as I rode leaving several miles of husk, corn hair stuff, and chewed up cobs. I wasnt and still am not sure if this is considered illegal since a) the corn was grown in the general vicinity b)it would be decomposing much better than plastic does. I was not pulled over for eating corn on my bike.
As I entered white bear lake on the outskirts of st paul the sun had pretty much set and as I attached the back, red blinky to the rear of my bike, I realised my front light was nowhere to be found. not wanting to get hit or pulled over due to my not having a front light, I took the light i use for pulling birds at the raptor center and either held it in my left hand or in my mouth, depending on how much I needed my left hand for braking/steering/support. I got lost in St. Paul and at one point realised I had been going several miles in the wrong direction on the right road. I had called some friends earlier for some reconnaisance and tried to follow their directions, but by that time I was so tired that anything more complicated than "go straight and turn at the obvious landmark" was too difficult for me to comprehend. I made it back, as I said around 10:30 that night, unloaded everything off my bike, and zipped over to the store on my bike to get some food since my supplies had been exhausted. I ate whatever it was I bought, and passed out.
What an awesome trip.