We entered the city of MSP just in time to see the sun rise over the mighty Mississippi. We packed up the BlueB and tucked the kid in the back.
I drove over the first state line, until T could take it no longer. Apparently, I am much too slow for her. (That's not 87 degrees, people). I was happy to navigate and entertain the rest of the way through NE.
With one stop in Omaha for lunch and a beer with Beyonce, and another stop to stretch our legs (and a beer)
we finally arrived and heard the mountains calling...
Dtown included lunch with some old (and young) friends, a few pedicab rides, the best local grub and brew...
And - the first of countless - 3 ways.
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