Of staying outdoors and running alongside fall fauna, or drifting downstream.

— One of the more notable motorcycle runs of the many that continue to be held this fall was well underway on early Saturday afternoon, Sept. 14. , the Dennis Bursch’s third annual Boob-a-luscious rally to benefit the New Richmond Cancer Center. Although the run started and was slated to end at the Star Prairie Sports Bar, it saw many riders cruising the highways running along the St. Croix River in groups of two to five, for the most part forsaking the bars along the way to be outdoors and enjoy the moderate fall temperatures, early-on sunny skies and autumn scenery that is just starting to unfold. By contrast, a full-size party bus parked alongside Woody’s in Bayport to take part in another kind of mostly indoor enjoyment, which was much different than that chosen by the cyclists. Their party as rains came in would eventually move indoors, too, and continue on until early Sunday morning at the Star Prairie bar.

— Speaking of Woody’s, a call needs to go out for people to buy up what of late appears to be an endangered species, the derby duck. Two or three days had gone by since last Wednesday without any being snapped up by patrons, said a bartender in a offhand manner that seemed to indicate this was a calamity (just kidding). So please help save the rubber duckies from extinction. Next Saturday, Sept. 21, all those who had been bought will be floated down a small stream that runs under culverts and past yards through several blocks of a residential neighborhood in back of Woody’s. The quickest quacker wins. For details, or to forego that last drink and use the money to save a duck, stop by the bar.

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