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Friday, September 16, 2011

Williston (ND) to Larimore (ND) - 313 miles

Sept. 15, 2011 - It was another windy day of driving, but we were on divided highway today which made it easier.  I’ve dubbed the RV - The Hippo!  It’s wide, slow, difficult to control, and sucks up a steady flow of fuel. 

The southeast winds today stirred up whitecaps on the shallow roadside water holes along the highway.  We could see areas where the spring floods left high water debris on fences and large tree branches and trunks pushed up along the side of the road.  We drove by the geographical center of North America at Rugby, North Dakota.  We passed from the golden open plains of Montana and western North Dakota to a region of cornfields and green grasses and trees that remind me of our Midwest homeland.

While traveling the open plains on Highway 2, the northern east-west route across the U.S., we saw several bikers loaded with gear cycling west.  The big surprise, though, was seeing two separate backpackers loaded with their gear walking westward in the eastbound lane.  They were not hitchhiking.  I would love to hear their stories.

We’re staying at a wonderful place tonight - Larimore Dam Recreation Area.  We walked to the lake as soon as we got the RV parked.  I love seeing oak trees again; I have missed them since we moved to the Pacific northwest.  The smell of autumn is in the air.  The nights are cool.

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Anonymous said...

Happy Trails