Spring Valley, Minnesota is the Perfect Vacation Get Away, or Husband Catching Town for those in Dire Straights

The Perfect Vacation Spot I now declare to be Spring Valley, Minnesota. One is sure to endure many giggles upon arrive in this lovely town of 2,500. Giggles, laughs, nice people, and a good time make the best of vacations, and for this reason, I will glady drive to Spring Valley. The towns people are dreadfully entertaining. I was giggling my whole time there (though some times I had to keep the giggling inside, as not to offend anyone)!!! No one would surely never visit this far away town in never never land unless prompted to do so. As an entertainer this past week, a drove my lovely Mother to Spring Valley to look at a horse.
Once at Spring Valley, the true entertainment began! First we had horse trainer, farmer Joe jumping up and down, running backwards, flinging his arms every which way, and jumping on this horse's back slightly. His actions were accompanied by a fast speech, overly zealous personality, round tummy, older appearance, a white t-shirt, and suspenders to boot. I tried my hardest to behave properly! Next I had the cute young Farrier with twinkly eyes approach the frensy, being most attentive to the new young lady in the area (me). I tried my hardest to not look at him, and avoid the attention. He did seem to be a rather nice lad though. I must confess I payed enough attention to note his sparkly eyes and good looks. Needless to say, without him saying a word, I could tell he was only looking at the horse because he found this "stranger" in town to be of some interest. He listened to every word I said. How unnerving!!! At least I imagined this to be the case, perhaps I am miss interpreting the whole stituation. Now this lady and her husband were the nicest folks you could meet, but they came off as a bit farmer/Red Neckish some how, and with the older farmer/trainer around in his suspenders, white t-shirt, big belly, fast speech, jolly smile, and frenzied activity, it was all very entertaining.
So we left the happy little gathering down unmarked roads (not kidding, there were no signs on about three dirt roads that came off a highway with multiple curves). On the travels down these unmarked roads we ran into another jubilant male about my age, taking a walk. I must say I do not believe I am not mistaken in this interpretation for the young male jumped up and down as we passed with two thumbs pointed upward, moving them vigorously up and down while jumping. I dare say either he didn't know how to hitch hike properly at all, or he was jubilant to the umpteeth degree. All of this leads me to believe that if I ever do get terribly desperate I shall visit this cute little town and find a jolly husband in a matter of days!!!