Blog for June 1 -
It was so bizarre. All day yesterday, from Theodore Roosevelt National Park (North Unit) to Minot, North Dakota, we travelled through oil fields. Small towns along the way looked raw and overwhelmed with trailer parks, manufactured homes, and lots of new construction without any merit. It was a pretty dismal drive. We camped on the west side of Minot in a campground that looked to be about 97% oil field workers.
This morning, we drove around Minot proper and out through the east side of town into what I remember North Dakota to be. Just like that, there were no oil fields, no sippers, no temporary housing or offices. Just rolling countryside.
Back to agriculture and farm equipment on almost deserted roads.
Hay rolls stacked in the fields instead of oil drills.
Neat farms.
Center pivot irrigation systems.
Charming eccentricities.
Dueling tractors preparing fields for planting and…
granaries instead of oil tanks.
Small country churches.
Charming homes in neat towns.
Town pride ( I think we passed through the geographical center of the United States in Nebraska).
Bucolic cows.
Wind turbines - who needs oil?
Straight roads about ten miles from the Canadian border.
We had the speech about the chicken, eggs and bottle of vodka all ready.
And then, all of a sudden we were in Manitoba, Canada. The lady at the customs stop almost smiled about the cheese omelets. (Why can’t the U.S.Customs people be as nice as the Canadian?)
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