Prairie land

We entered North Dakota in Fargo at 10:30 AM in the heat of 91 degrees,  At 6:00 PM we stopped in Bismarck where the temperature had dropped to below 50 degrees.  We are grateful for the uber-lightweight puffy down jackets we just bought.  I got mine in Wisconsin at a Costco for $19.99.  It is warm and snugly.  Get one before they are gone.  We saw the same brand for a list price of $110 in Egg Harbor.  

We took a picture of a very disturbing rendition of Paul Bunyan, just because it was too "out-there" to leave it off the blog.  It was in front of a modest Paul Bunyan Museum in a small town, maybe Medina, ND.  Alan could not resist putting it on FaceBook--always beating me to publication.  Since some of my audience are not Alan's FB friends, I will share it here as well:



True confession:  I LOVED Paul Bunyan stories as a child.  In fact, we named our first car, a $200 1963 blue Chevrolet Impala, Babe, after Bunyan's Blue Ox.

We shared  a wonderful steak dinner last night--the smallest steak on the menu weighing in at 18 ounces.  [Dry-aged for 70 days.]. We were the only folks not leaving with a doggie-bag.    

I was lucky to get a decent meal at all yesterday.  Svetlana translates  a Croatian saying that is consistent with the Ayurveda principal of having your smallest meal at dinner:  [Roughly] "Eat alone for breakfast.  Share your lunch with a friend.  Give your supper to your enemy."  We try to eat a good breakfast, the biggest meal for lunch and just a light snack for supper.  Yesterday, we left the sleepy town of Bayfield where only one restaurant was open before 9:00 and we had already eaten there the day before.  The idea was to stop not far "down the road."  Towns were very few and far between without signs of eateries--except one "Bar" that looked opened but a bit sketchy.  After about 1 1/2 hours, we were munching on kettle corn. Finally, we found a McDonald's for a breakfast burrito and mocha.  The only other eating consisted of slices of deli turkey, cheese, sugar snap peas and a shared macaroon.  When we got to the hotel in Bismarck, Alan suggested that we just snack.  I energetically vetoed that idea with the observation that we had not eaten much at all that day. Alan disagreed, claiming that we had a good breakfast.  That bodes well for his expectations when I am back home cooking again.

We are definitely on the Prairie.  This is how the roads look:



Since leaving Bismarck, we saw an eagle by a small river, what I am pretty sure was a coyote in the middle of the prairie, wild turkeys, about 2 cars, about 50 tractors including a mega-tractor carrying 5 large rolls of hay in a long straight line, and 3 clusters of buildings called "towns."  Nice roads.

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  1. I told you that eating out there was the hardest part. Sounds like you are having fun, though.

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