Thurs. Jul. 28, 2011: Miles City, MT ~ Alexandria, MN (4:15am)
28.07.2011 - 28.07.2011
This is pushing it. We can’t do this again.
We made it to Alexandria, Minnesota at 3am.
Roadkill for the last 100 miles; black night; construction-laden 1-94. NUTS.
Another long day tomorrow.
Must not lose heart.
(No, there was nothing special about Miles City. I jogged for about 10 minutes down the main drag, and the spread-out truck-stops and fast-food restaurants just started to repeat themselves. I guess no one jogs in this area of town. I got some raised eyebrows from the truck drivers pulling out, and I stopped traffic at one point because a local dude obviously wasn’t used to people actually walking down that sidewalk and crossing at the cross-walk.)
Today, we got buggered up, looking for Cowboy souvenirs in quiet towns where they don’t actually exist. (i.e. Miles City & Glendive and other towns with “Historic Districts” - *Note: We are realizing in the U.S.A. "Historic" sometimes implies "heritage," but really just means OLD and TIRED). We have found one full souvenir shop in all of Montana – and it’s at the WEST state line!
Oh well. We saw breathtaking views of Badlands and plains through the rest of Montana, into North Dakota. Masoshika Park in Glendive, MT looks neat. We’ll have to go back and play there, sometime. Today, there was only time for a drive-by. (And another Dino confrontation!)
Theodore Roosevelt National Park in Medora, North Dakota introduced us to Buffalo – up close, (REALLY close!), Prairie Dog Towns and wild horses, plus sprawling badlands as far as we could see.
[Highlight: “Uh, Jer? I don’t think that Buffalo is going to go around us. He’s coming straight towards us. Um, maybe you ought to back up…Uh, back up? Jeremy, you better BACK THE F*** UP, NOW!!!” And we both looked on in amazement and disbelief as the old bull sauntered on up the middle of the road behind us for another 150 metres, before strutting over to the ditch to graze, totally chilled out and unaffected by us.]
We also drove by the Home On the Range, got intimate with Salem Sue at sunset, and geocached in a pile of rocks at dusk in Bismarck.
Oh, and we um, “disposed of some evidence” in THE wood chipper (the actual chipper in the Coen Bros’ film) at the Fargo Visitor Centre at 1:30 in the morning, after pausing to grab a geocache in the parking lot.
Hundreds of miles driven. It is disheartening to think that the rest of the journey will be like this.
Must find fun things along the way tomorrow. (And then the next day will be Frankenmuth!)