Leg 3 of Plan B is in full effect. I made it through US customs and am set to spend the month of August visiting farms in Minnesota and Wisconsin. Upon arrival, I spent two days in Minneapolis with my aunt Stephanie who invariably introduced me as her cousin and took me to a restaurant called Heartland that serves local food, does their charcuterie in-house and has a market on the premises where they sell preserves and fresh produce from local farmers.
The purpose of this post is for you to imagine something that I wish I could have documented. Pictured at left is my aunt's horse. She brought me to visit her just before dropping me off on the bus to Rochester, MN. The gate was surrounded by muck, so the only way to get in was through the white electric fence. What ensued was like the Limbo but way more awkward, with the consequence of losing (an electric shock) being much worse than a little embarrassment in front of your friends. In the end Stephanie danced her way through the upper hole while I opted to steamroll along the ground. I left the farm with a coat of freshly cut grass velcroed to my clothes, a new farmer-lesson under my belt (how to gracelessly navigate electric fences) and off I went to meet my first American farm family hosts at Squash Blossom Farm.
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