On the Road Again: 2nd Half
Where’s Willy Nelson when you need him?
I’m at point “C” on this map right now, sitting at a picnic bench as the sun sets over a butte and my camping neighbors tend to their horses. The wind has died down and the air hides a hint of coolness. I’ve totally lucked into perfect weather (75 degrees and sunny) and after an afternoon of mountain biking the Maah Daah Hey Trail, I’ve come to a conclusion: North Dakota has been holding out on me.
This place is incredibly beautiful.
A few days ago, while driving along ND-27, I came over a hill and descended into a small town on a river. Within minutes, the flat corn and soybean fields gave way to rolling hills, winding roads and acres of sunflowers.
I spent the night at Fort Ransom State Park and stood in a downpour, as a slow-moving thunderstorm drenched the campsite. Lightning flickered all night.
Last night I some shared rye with Noah and Amy, two down-to-earth professors from Minnesota and Wisconsin. When I pulled into the campsite, it was a relief to see their truck and trailer since I knew I would be mountain biking the trails by myself. We talked till late under a half moon and clear skies. We agreed that if I wasn’t back by nightfall, they’d send out the cavalry.
Tomorrow North Dakota comes to an end. I’m happy I took the northern route.
Jon, Beth and future boy Mool see me off
Don’t let the straight roads fool you …
Take the scenic route
Evening MTB ride on the Maah Daah Hey
