Lake Minden is surrounded by farming country. Just on the other side of chain link fences, corn fields abound. The silks were beginning to turn, and we could tell by the broken down parts of the fencing that others had been tempted beyond their limits by the thought of fresh, juicy corn-on-the-cob.
We did not give into our urges; although we did have our eyes on a few huge figs hanging in the trees along the road. Alas, before we got to them, someone else had picked that luscious fruit and saved us from breaking the park rules.
Before harvesting corn, it is customary to dust it, and Ken was lucky enough to catch a biplane doing just that.