Friday, August 17th
We started our day on Friday by going for a little ride on the motorcycle. We have a different one this year and the jury is still out for me. The Honda Goldwing went up for sale last fall and it sold quickly to a very nice couple who were thrilled. I was pretty sad to see it go, but Rick had test driven a Can-Am and fell in love with the fun and ease of driving it. It is very driver friendly but in my opinion, not so much for the passenger. Less room, comfort and convenience. I'm hoping I'll get used to it on this trip and love it as much as the old one.
Anyway, we had a real nice ride out in the backroads of North Dakota. The massive fields are beautiful greens and yellow goldens. I thought I was in Packer country! You can go for miles and never meet a car or never see a farm. Very peaceful. Once in a while you will come to a very small town but not much in terms of services or things going on. Most of the people in this area have to go all the way to Fargo for any type of health care, entertainment or shopping. A very different life.
We checked in with Gail later in the afternoon and went back to spend a little more time together. We had all thought of more questions and things we wanted to talk about, but later on we said our sad farewells and headed back out to Lake Ashtabula. Thank you, Gail, for everything. We love you. ❤
Saturday, August 18th
Our destination for today is Medora, ND, located 266 miles west of Valley City and about 20 miles from the Montana border. It is in the North Dakota badlands and the home of the south entrance to Theodore Roosevelt National Park, a place we want to visit tomorrow. I'm almost glad it's a driving day as it's hot and humid. High of 91. An uneventful drive got us there late afternoon and we went in search of our campground, Sully Creek State Park. We passed an RV Park in town that was so full and packed in, we were glad we could keep going. About two miles further out of town, we arrived at Sully Crrek, traveled down a washboard road and entered a huge fenced in field with red dirt roads, one pop-up camper, one tent, a vacant camp host site, and what felt like a 50 mph wind storm. Well, we were supposed to be in site #54 but do you think we could find it? After driving around looking at all the signposts, we were covered with a fine layer of red dust, and about ready to just pull into any site, when we found an opening in the fence that had a cattle guard entrance and a height restriction of 10 feet. Uh, oh. I sorta remembered something about that when I made the reservation, but I figured we could make it at 10'2". We could see some campers in there so I got out to check the site numbers and sure enough, I found site 54. What a wonderful surprise it was!! A large private pull-through in amongst the trees with solid shade, and a gentle breeze. The height of our camper was just fine. Whew. Now the only thing I had to worry about was the heat as the park was entirely non-electric. We unloaded the trike and headed into town to scout it out. Lots of tourists but a very nice little place. We walked around and found a lady singing in the town square. She had a beautiful voice and drew us right in. A perfect way to end the day. I even survived the hot night with battery fans. 😌
Happy trails to you. 🎵
No comments:
Post a Comment