Another beautiful October weekend. The trees are losing their luster, but the remaining pops of yellow, gold, and red here and there still brighten the landscape.
Saturday was the annual Halloween Fun Run in St. Peter. Our section of Church Street is on the route, giving us front row seats each year. There are a gazillion terrific pictures of runners in costumes posted on Facebook, the Herald website, and other places, so I didn't take many. This year's run had the usual assortment of tutus, convicts, and scary creatures.
Michele Rusinko and friends were perfectly creepy as they strode toward me unsmiling from the street. Best makeup ever!
Ethan and Owen watched with us. They noticed the ketchup, mustard, pickle trio. The fourth runner may be a hamburger. I'm not sure.
There's nothing quite like a gorilla in a wedding dress.
The boys were crazy about this Lego guy. He was pretty cool.
Didn't get a picture of Charlie running with his Res Life crew -- Owen and I were in the garage putting his shoes on -- but luckily Daddy found us to say hi and to get a hug from Owen. Fortunately, the official photographer for the race captured CP, and here he is, with some color adjustment to add to the intrigue.
Our neighbor Mark watched the fun run, too, and took lots of pictures, including a shot of these two race spectators and a spectre.
Gpappy got into the Halloween spirit this weekend with his cheerful teeshirt. There's always a story to be read.
We had an invitation on Sunday to go to the Oak View Nursery and Pumpkin Patch right outside of Owatonna. You know, just a little ways down the road. About 7.5 miles, right Annie? Lots to do-- bouncy house, big trikes, huge inflated slide, scary outhouses with witches inside, a hayride, punkin' chunkin', and much more-- "It's got everything you could dream of," as Miles told us on the way there. He was right.
There is a video in the space directly above, which doesn't show up on the iPad or iPhone versions of this entry (at least not on mine). If you can't see it, it's Miles, going lickety-split, head first, down the bouncy slide.