IN MINNESOTA BLUFF country we don’t have twenty-six-inch cutthroat. Nor do we have grizzlies, wild horses, or broad, hundred-mile-long, gravel-bottomed rivers pouring down from the mountains. What we do have is the Whitewater Valley and Bud’s Last Stop with three-dollar burgers. For a buck more you get a pint of Coke over ice, cold as a spring creek. And that ain’t bad.
Another thing we don’t have
