My cousin sent me this picture yesterday. I couldn't make it out at first. She lives in the Saint Croix river valley which was once full of tall white pines. My first thought was Paul Bunyan walked through town and Babe left a deposit in the street. Then I thought hay bale. Maybe 3 round hay bales blew into town down the hill and came to a rest here? My third thought was 3 hay bales fell off a truck as it turned a corner. Jiminy Cricket! Maybe I should sell that motorcycle of mine?
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