Published: August 16th 2007August 15th 2007
Greetings from Pipestone. No worries about the blood title. Jim's just a pint lower now. I tried to donate, but alas, my hemoglobin was a bit low (Mom and Dad-please don't worry about this; just a wee bit low, 11.9 and it needed to be 12.5). Yep, we have traveled over 1100 miles in the past days to give blood. We were recruited by Lorraine, the wife of Jim's deceased second cousin, to give blood this afternoon. And I just want to mention that the lovely LPN doing my interview and checking my vitals (my BP and temp and pulse were excellent by the way) commented on "loving my accent." I know all my former co-workers will find that highlarious. We have enjoyed Pipestone and spendiing time with Aunt Dorothy. A little too much butt time in the old car yesterday, but we have learned from this experience and will make the appropriate modifications. And "Dear John," we almost turned back on the first day cause we saw Elk and Bison as we traveled through Land between the Lakes, but since we saw no Moose, we continue our journey and look forward to seeing you in two weeks. And if anyone else wants to fly or drive out and meet us, the offer is still there.
The offer is there provided you bring beer. Day 5 and still no beer. What kind of trip is this?!