We just got back from our trip to Minnesota, which was a huge twine ball of fun.

One of the funny parts of the trip– at least for me– was the plethora of tourist stores hawking their goofy overpriced junk. A perfect example:

For some reason it cracked me up to see that you could buy a bag of rocks for five bucks. It was, in fact, a better deal than some other things you could pick up at these meccas of kitschy crap.