Today was a bit of Minnesota and most of North Dakota. The north wind was brutal and that made driving hard, so i kept my speed under 65 despite the 75 mph limit. Fortunately the road was wide and mostly empty. For a couple hundred miles there were small ponds or drainage pools rimmed with dense cattails, and the powerful winds stirrred them chaotically and beautifully. There was also a truly enormous cow on the side of a rare hill. And that was about it for North Dakota, at least until just now.
Shortly before sunset i pulled into the visitor center parking lot of the Painted Valley at Theodore Roosevelt National Park. The view from here is of badlands mounds and hoodoos, and, much like everything for hundreds of miles, carpeted in grass. Except the badlands bits, because badlands.
I got some nice pictures, nuked some dinner and lied down, and my back is SCREAMING at me. I am considering buying a new driver’s seat but I have no idea how to find one I’d like better. It’s also possible I’m just older now and can’t tolerate sitting for that long.
I did some work, finally fixing a thing that had been bugging me for days and now it’s sleep time
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