Little Dougie got married in Wabasha (wa-ba-Sha), MN at Beach Park. The day couldn't have been better. Sunny, cool, a great day for a wedding in the park. Kalee, Molly, Marcus and I rode up with my parents.
We stopped overnight in Rochester, then made the hour drive to Wabasha in time for lunch and then the wedding. While we were waiting for our pizza to bake at the Flour Mill, Kalee and I explored the river front with the kids. Wabasha was getting ready for some fall harvest festival activities. We got an extra treat of some great head/face-in-the-hole signs.
The reception was really fun and unique. We were greeted with lolly pops and caramel corn, and had some great pasties from TC based Potter's Pasties food truck. In case you haven't had a pastie (or were thinking about the "clothing" item), they're a sort of pot pie turnover. The Czechs & Germans in Nebraska call them runzas, my Italian friends call them calzones. I guess if you're Welsh, it's a pastie.
The reception was at a bed and breakfast (B&B to those in the know) in Wabasha, block party style in the street between next to the lumber yard, Turning Waters to be precise. There was a bounce house and at least three sets of cornhole, or as the Minnesota Nice requires you to call it, "bags." If that wasn't enough, the very raptasaur-esque hens in the back yard were another great distraction.
Uncle Tom was throwing up some of the Battey clan signs, carried down from our Welsh-Quaker heritage. Way to keep wit your roots, I say!
Apparently everybody loved the 5 year old Gouda; hand carried from Holland. I couldn't turn my head with out someone trying to grab a bite.
