It's entirely possible that I was one of only a handful of kids ever to grow up in Minnesota and not go to the headwaters of the Mississippi River in
Itasca State Park. At least I don't ever recall having gone to the park. I know I've traveled to
Bemidji, Minnesota before to see Paul Bunyan and Babe the Blue Ox, but I don't remember a trip to see where the great river begins. So, when I
recently found myself in Bemidji, I seized the opportunity to do so.
It all started with a desire to ...
