On our drive through northern Minnesota to the campground, we passed an area that boasted 90 lakes in 90 miles. I don't think they were kidding, because I quickly counted about 15 lakes along the way. To kill the time of the drive, we started counting lakes we passed and signs for lakes along the way.
We came to the town of Akeley, and the sign welcoming us said it was the home of Paul Bunyan. Lo and behold, in the center of town was a huge statue of Paul Bunyan with his hand extended so you could sit or stand on it. Ruth was a little freaked out by it, but Henry climbed up to pose for a picture. We talked Ruth into it, but she wasn't so sure about the big bearded lumberjack...
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