Saturday I again went with friends to harvest wild rice. One of us knew of a spot they had heard about from another ricer "on the St. Louis River and loaded with wild rice"; it didn't pan out. We ended up on Breeda Lake and over our heads in shore to shore rice and ricers. There was so much rice that there was no competition at all. On Sunday, the two of the bairns and five Grand-Darlings came to have lunch and to help their Pap and Ma'am stack firewood. Nearly 10 cords stacked and to be left out in the sun and wind until early November.
A spot said to be "on the St. Louis River and loaded with wild rice"; it didn't pan out,,,
Breeda lake, Minnesota, a wee bit of a paddle up Petrell Creek,,, lots of wild rice here,,,
The old Haggis, captured on film after a day of ricing; me and the rice, both gone to seed,,,
Herself and the firewood; it has taken some work to get it this far along,,,
The stacked firewood and helpers of course; and it only took two hours,,,!
Thanks for having a look,,,
A spot said to be "on the St. Louis River and loaded with wild rice"; it didn't pan out,,,
Breeda lake, Minnesota, a wee bit of a paddle up Petrell Creek,,, lots of wild rice here,,,
The old Haggis, captured on film after a day of ricing; me and the rice, both gone to seed,,,
Herself and the firewood; it has taken some work to get it this far along,,,
The stacked firewood and helpers of course; and it only took two hours,,,!
Thanks for having a look,,,