In my younger years June was the month of Father's Day, Dad's birthday and an extended family stay at Itasca State Park. While the first two events have thankfully continued into adulthood, the latter is a thing of the past.
This year we got a slight taste of that last tradition as we headed north to my cousin's wedding. While we didn't stop to dip our toes in the head of the Mississippi River, we did stop at our traditional Itasca trip wayside rest - a beautiful needle carpeted rise of soaring pine trees. It is as serene as ever.
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