Medora, like Fedora! Not Moderna.

The next morning I was a bit obsessed with the idea of getting coffee. I got on highway 200 and headed west, and sent my mom on ahead, evidently too far up the highway. I knew we were meant to turn toward Beulah, ND. My maps are pretty complicated to get used to. It’s notContinue reading “Medora, like Fedora! Not Moderna.”

Goodbye for now, Missouri (River)

When I first asked my mom to meet me and be my support vehicle, I asked her about Great Falls, Montana. I guessed I’d be there in the middle of the first week of August. My mom seems to have spent a lot of time plotting how she could come sooner than later. Her preparationContinue reading “Goodbye for now, Missouri (River)”

The Ride to Bismarck

In North Dakota I met with my first signs of smoke. I was told repeatedly that it was blowing down from fires in Canada, not the fires in Montana, but the particles in the air were enough to make the sunshine wildly. I couldn’t stop taking pictures on my first day in the state. WeContinue reading “The Ride to Bismarck”