Howard Johnson Inn Fargo
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... was built in 1959, so is the same age as Darryl. There was also a small historical village which was really nice.
We left there and drove on to Fargo, where we are staying the night.
We lost a bit of time today with the Kia being detained for inspection, the windscreen chip repair on the Ford and also we lost an hour with a time change.
Tomorrow will be another big day of driving to get to ...
... ve been in yet, even bigger than the 8 bed hostel dorm (in floor space anyway, the ceiling was old fashionedy high in Chicago). And it has a freezer, so I can freeze my ice pack!!!
I had a snooze when I got here at 2pm, and then drove out for food. It's not a walking country, plus I didn't feel like getting hit by lightning. I went to Olive Garden today, which is very filling, and a lot more covered in cheese than REAL Italian. The food, that is, the restaurant was not built out ...
... the occasional brown and white odd ball, all eating grass and making milk, I suppose. After all, this is Wisconsin...cheese country. I find these cows the prettiest cows, they remind me of palomino horses.
This is middle America and the people are kind and friendly…that is, until you meet them on the road, where some of them are rather rude. Certainly not like the bible belt where my life in Little Rock, Arkansas taught me how kind ...
... of meat cooked on full size pitch forks thrust into hot oil. The food was wonderful, the show was corny but professional held in an outside theatre with the views of North Dakota as a back drop. It was all about the history of the Town and it’s involvement with Theodore Roosevelt.
Through the State Park, into Montana. By this time our little rituals had started; tea and coffee with breakfast of course, but then a stop for coffee as ...
... come with the graceful flight of an eagle overhead, or a deer’s startling appearance before me. Sometimes the moments come with a spontaneous hymn sing around the altar of a little country church, or in a meaningful conversation with a fellow sojourner. Whatever the moments bring, I hold and cherish them; my heart pounds with elation and my soul sings, “how great Thou art, how great thou art”.
This is my “Bike for Justice”. ...