A few miles away, near Bemidji, Minnesota's Route 71 passes without fuss over a small and not yet imposing stream, the Mississippi. Here at Turtle River Lake, a visitor drapes a bandanna over his head to make the mosquitoes work for their breakfast and watches ducklings learn to navigate. Just out of view, a loon raises its daft, sad cry. Precisely the moment for a morning swim, but no, a sign at the beach warns, DER STRAND IST GESCHLOSSEN!
Was gibt's hier? Up the hill, through a stand of pines and birches, the onlooker finds a Bavarian train station, correctly labeled...
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