Relative Something

How many of you know where we went yesterday from seeing this picture?

I’ve written about Big Stone Sculpture Garden twice before because my bicycling friends and I have stopped there when riding the Dakota Rail Regional Trail in the last two years.

This time, Mike, Barb, Cyndie, and I played the 14-hole mini-golf course.

There were a LOT of people playing and we did as much waiting as putting but there are endless artistic endeavors to see and explore to occupy the time.

When the golfing was done, we walked the grounds and I traveled farther and saw more fascinating creations than on any of my previous visits. I’ll share a very select few…

Apparently, pigs can ___…

There were many horse sculptures but the mechanical parts of this one make it unique.

“I am a lone rhinoceros, there ain’t one hell of a lots of us, left in this world…” Adrian Belew (1982). I had to ask Cyndie what they were looking at. She said the artist’s name was back there.

Taking advantage of an opportunity to get off their feet for a moment.

A two-headed beast! Beasts? It’s always hard to pass up a selfie in a distorting reflective surface.

Back at Barb and Mike’s, we enjoyed lunch on the deck before Cyndie and I needed to get home to take care of feeding dog and horses. I did end up driving and stayed awake almost the whole way.

We had a first-rate stay-cation overnight with our friends. Our happiness meter is measuring right near its peak.

Now it’s back to manure management and this afternoon, a visit from the farrier is scheduled. I sure hope there will be a breeze to cool things a little and, more importantly, keep the number of flies harassing the horses to a minimum. They don’t tend to stand patiently when flies are bothering them.

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