In the camp restroom this morning, I chat with a woman who is traveling with her husband in their motor home. They are going to Alaska this summer, but have to be back home to Canada (across the lake from Sandusky, Ohio) in August for the tomato harvest; the husband hauls tomatoes for a living.
We push on to Moorhead, Minnesota, where Mike meets with customers, and then to Crookston, Minnesota where we stop for sandwiches in a city park. While Mike meets with more customers, I hang out in the motor home, catching up on e-mails and my journal. It’s 90 degrees out, but there’s a breeze and I am comfortable with the camper windows down.
Late in the afternoon, we meet friends in Grand Forks, North Dakota at their new home, built on a lot where the former house was destroyed in the Red River flood of 1997. Their new house faces a dike about 50 feet high, with a running path and the river on the other side. We go out to dinner with them in downtown Grand Forks and settle in for the night at nearby Grand Forks Campground.
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