Random Directions

My oldest friend and I went on an adventure yesterday.  I should clarify that she is not my oldest friend in age but the friend I have had for the most years.  She got a new car and we went for a drive.  She lives in St. Cloud.  Once she got us out of town we went in random directions.  Upon coming to an intersection we would decide which way to turn at random.  Sometimes the name of one street sounded better.  Dove Street, for example, sounded like a better choice than 190th.  Also 100th Avenue sounded better than 198th.  Any road with the word lake in the name was preferable.  Any roads with the word circle in them were to be avoided. Dirt roads were preferable over tar unless we needed a restroom.  We wandered the roads north of St. Cloud between Highway 10 and Highway 94 for several hours.  We had lunch in Avon at Joseph's restaurant.  Our only assignment was to collect some milkweed pods (for seed purposes and artistic purposes) and some cattails (because they're pretty to look at).  It's not so easy to pick out milkweed when you're driving by at 55 miles per hour in a brand new shiny red car.  We had a good time.  Eventually we did find milkweed pods and cattails.  Guess who ended up with sticky, white, bitter hands?  Me.  Thanks to the recent drought I was able to collect cattails without getting my feet wet.  We went through some towns I have never heard of before. One little town that we went through had a wedding going on.  We saw the priest filling up has car with gas at the gas station.  We saw the bride and the bridesmaids leaving the bar and walking across the street with beer bottles in their hands toward the reception hall. Saturday was a great day to go for a ride and spend time reminiscing with an old longtime friend.