Milk inna beg!

 We went up to Thunder Bay, Canada last week.  And this is the kind of scenery we saw.  Lots of fall colors and somehow, we never get tired of Lake Superior. 

   

First we had an in-service meeting with the seminary and the institute teacher there.  They appreciated us bring in-service to them since it is so far for them to drive.

Then we inspected the missionaries apartment.  What do you think?  Did they pass? Well, we took them to dinner.

The next morning we visited this seminary class.  This teacher has 5 students and she uses her Apple TV for the music and for the scriptures and even for the questions.  I am always impressed when people can use their technology without a bunch of problems with it.

After picking up rocks, you wash them to make
sure you have amethyst.

Then we drove North along the lake to see some more scenery and we stopped at an amethyst mine.  The vein was discovered accidentally and it is the only amethyst mine in North America.  It is an open pit mine and you can see trays of stones, bigger than the ones we were allowed to "mine"

 

Many of these stones are purple, really, and we mined a box of rocks.
This is not going to make us millionaires, in fact we paid $3.00 a pound,  but it was fun. 

Then Ron went for a hike across a swinging bridge or two and down a zipline while seeing beautiful scenery.

On Monday we went to visit a seminary class in Askov, MN.  A woman teaches her two daughters in her home.  She did everything that a teacher of a big class would have done, although there were less people to say prayers. But her preparation would have been the same for a class of 2 or a class of 15. We talked on the way home about all the women in the Duluth Stake teaching seminary, miles apart, but having similar experiences of studying and teaching the gospel to a new generation of teens. And their goal is teaching the gospel, not just getting through a lesson, but living and teaching so that the Holy Ghost testifies to the students.  These are truly woman of the covenant who are dedicated to carrying the gospel by converting their own family first.

If you have spent any time in the North Country (upper MN, WI, ON) you learn to say things like "beg" for bag, "eggate" for agate,"aboat" for about and you put an "eh" at the end of a sentence (more prevalent the further north you go).   So I was in Kwik Trip (a gas station) and I saw a much lower price on the milk if you bought it in a bag instead of a plastic bottle. Then later when the elders were here for breakfast, Elder P said, "Oh milk inna beg."

Doncha just love Minnesota?