On Sunday morning, Tucker and I started out again. It was rainy for the first hour or so. The landscape was amazing – green, flat farm land – the vista broken only by windbreaks of tall old trees.
We managed the heat with frequent stops, and ice in Tucker’s water dish and maps shading his seat.
Finally, we made it to Dickenson, ND, and called Don for directions to his house. (I am about to meet a cousin on my Dad’s side that I’d never met before) Remember me complaining about Brooke’s house being 15 miles from the nearest traffic light? I’ll never complain again.
Our conversation made it more clear to me that my Mother’s side of the family needed to be recorded. A lot of information is already on Ancestery.com, but that is not readily available to everyone.
We took a ride in the country to see a dam and man made lake – lots of fishing and camping there.
I also called the dealership to discuss the a/c problem. And learned that the dealership in Grand Forks ND has a dealership in Great Falls, MT - What are the chances of that ever happening to anyone? I am convinced God is my co-pilot.
After driving awhile, I left the lush farmland and headed into a taste of badlands. I kept my eyes out for signs of the oil rush. It wasn’t until I was nearly at the Montana border that I finally saw some pumper-jacks. And most of those were on the Montana side.
We stopped at a rest area to check the map – I don’t know how it happened, but I didn’t have a map of Montana. While I was standing there – I heard the trill of the Meadowlark. Yes, I was home! There were 2-3 of the birds, singing up a storm. I was thrilled.
We headed north and west across Montana. Our saving grace from the heat was a light cover of clouds. Once we headed north, Tucker’s side of the car was much cooler than my side.
Montana has a daytime speed limit of 70 unless otherwise noted – 75 on the interstates. We rolled through rolling grassland for miles without seeing any other vehicles. Hard scrabble grazing land to irrigated valleys, over hills, and on and on – it seemed like forever. At some point, the cloud cover disappeared, but by that time, the sun was losing it’s punch, and the temp was dropping.
It was a cold noisy night – the storm continued until about 1:30 a.m., and round 2 started at about 3 a.m. But, we awoke to a landscape washed clean, with brilliant blue skies and fluffy white clouds – for those in the south and east – it was like the day after a hurricane.
Tucker and I attended church services with Diane on Wednesday. Yes, I said Tucker attended with us, and as usual, he was perfectly behaved.
We stopped at my niece, Nicki’s antique shop to let her know I had arrived, then headed home for much anticipated naps!!!!
Until next time
Luv ‘Boots & Tucker
And Don’t forget Wee Beastie