YESTERDAY ON A SMALL OUTING we reconnected with Minnesota. We saw golden tamarack bogs and heard the glorious din of a thousand sand hill cranes. But returning late in the day, I still felt the call of one last autumn motorcycle ride—knowing I’d be leaving today for New York City and doubting the weather would hold till my return. So I headed for a favorite spot where I always connect with my roots. The Primeval Pine Grove near Little Falls holds pines several centuries old, that make our own trees at the Church O The Pines seem… well, not quite so big. I go there to touch the great trunks and look toward the sky and admire the old CCC log cabin shelter nestled among them. And to feel the connection with tall pines I’ve felt since, as a little Iowa boy, I first glimpsed the grand specimens of Itasca and Kabetogama. So now the Minnesota boy heads for the big city, feeling well-grounded and connected. Wherever you connect and recharge and touch the earth, we wish you Good Sabbath.