In yesterday's post, Roberta and I travelled to Pipestone on Thursday from Minneapolis via a westbound Jefferson Lines bus . We sketched at the Pipestone National Monument Friday morning and then sketched the buildings along Main Street and Hiawatha Avenue in the center of Pipestone in the bright, clear, October sunshine. The Golden Hour faded and the ruddy stones of Pipestone's landmark buildings, that only minutes before blazed in the amber beams of the setting sun, now took on a palette of darker and more somber hues – Pipestone's Paranormal Weekend was about to begin.
We prepared for our first night of paranormal activities by fortifying ourselves with dinner at Lange's Cafe (click on sketches to make them bigger):
|My sketch of Lange's Cafe.|
Lange's has good, classic, American family restaurant fare, but their specialty is pies. The sour cream raisin pie is incredibly awesome (top shelf):
|Roberta's sketch of the pie case in Lange's Cafe.|
|I rarely use yellow-green. It's a good color for ectoplasm.|
|My journal entries document the search for elusive phantoms.|
Saturday morning, Roberta and I joined our fellow seekers of the paranormal at the Pipestone County Museum from which I biked to a local cemetery for a tour conducted by a local historian:
|Journal sketches of some interesting monuments.|
|Artifacts in the Masonic Lodge.|
After the Masonic Lodge tour, we filed into the Performing Arts Center for a "gallery reading" by psychic medium Susie Otto though which the dearly departed sent messages to loved ones in the audience:
|My sketch of the medium.|
|My sketch of the Pipestone County Courthouse (and tank).|
Roberta and I had dinner and I rushed to sketch another landmark, the old water tower:
|The old water tower in the amber glow of sunset.|
As the curtain of night descended on the city of Pipestone, we joined a "Ghost Walk" – three actors in period costumes led us on an exploration of Pipestone's alleys and byways while relating tales of spirits that haunted various buildings. I'm not very good at sketching in the dark, but Roberta did some nice sketches of our guides by lamplight:
|Roberta's sketches of the two ghost-guides with ethereal emanations.|
|Another sketch by Roberta of a ghost-guide.|
The next day, as we were packing up our Bromptons, Roberta noticed her bike-light was facing backwards. Since neither of us had turned the light around and our door was locked, we concluded it was one of Pipestone's many playful poltergeists that pulled the prank on us. We had our paranormal experience!
|My journal account of our encounter with a poltergeist.|
|I could have used a ruler to sketch the Case Jones Trail.|
We look forward to traveling on Jefferson Lines to more locations in Minnesota. Stay tuned!