Red Wing

Having driven all the way to Northfield, I felt compelled to at least get as far as the Mississippi River.  So while D finished up his finals Monday morning, I drive the last 30 miles or so to Red Wing.  I crossed the river, got out of the car briefly, turned around, and began the long drive back.  I liked J's analogy - when you swim across the pool, you really need to push off the other side in order to come back. You don't just stop 5' away, tread water, and turn around.

The Mississippi was running a little high, though not seriously so.  It is an impressively large river, even this far upstream.