Behind again. The last few days have been long driving days. Portland to Boise, Boise to West Yellowstone, West Yellowstone to Medora, Medora to Minneapolis. 8 hours a day. I wish I could have a live streaming web cam in my car so I could at least maintain some level of interaction/humiliation as I sing and dance to ’90s pop Pandora stations.
The drive from Montana to North Dakota got progressively more green.
Medora made me ache a little. It’s so beautiful here. I could never survive the quietness permanently, but it’s nice for a while. I ended up camping in Theodore Roosevelt Park.
THERE WERE PRAIRIE DOGS THERE AND IT WAS AMAZING I WANT TO TAKE THEM HOME WITH ME.
I set up my tent and drove into town to grab some dinner.
I ended up at a sports bar, watching the Bruins (lose).
It’s nice there. Even if I spent half the night convinced an animal was trying to get into my tent. I woke up early, and started the long trek to Minneapolis.
More prairie dogs!
And a fucking buffalo. What.
I drove forever to Minneapolis, and countered 8 hours of driving with a walk around with the friend I was staying with.
I guess there had been a crazy storm a few days earlier, and massive trees are still lying around. In the streets, on houses, on cars. People have totally adapted to it, though, just climbing through them to get where they need to go.
Today: Walked all around Minneapolis. Sweaty. Tired. My legs ache for the first time on this trip.
Morale: Worn out
Food rations: Coffee, coffee, coffee
Soundtrack: Prince. It’s Minneapolis.