Dickinson, ND

(brice writing)
We woke this morning to beautiful skies and a brisk wind out of the northwest. After a delicious and filling breakfast at the Glen Ullin gas station (seriously) we rode off through more rolling prairie that changed back to farmland as the day went on. Steam threshers continue to be a part of the scenery; evidently arranging them artfully is something of a north dakotan art form. We found these guys high fiving:

Between the wind and a cold I’ve been fighting off the day felt harder than it actually was. I was asleep well before sundown last night and it looks like that trend will continue. Susan is feeling a bit worn down too so we’re going to take a short day tomorrow to Medora, which is right next to (or maybe actually inside?) teddy roosevelt national park. We’ll take Sunday off to explore the grasslands (and avoid the forecast westerly winds) and see if that gets us feeling like 60 miles isn’t too hard again.

Here’s one more fluffy-clouded landscape just for fun: