The Hay Bale that Fell to Earth
Somewhere, North Dakota
I have no doubt that North Dakota is the windiest state in the lower 48. We drove nearly the entire length, from the Montana border to Fargo and the wind never stopped; gas mileage dropped like that legendary hay bale that fell from the sky (look it up!). We stopped in Fargo for lunch because Katherine found on their web site that they had 18 Things to do in Fargo! Eighteen, not just 2 more? The one that sounded like something we could do was have a rattlesnake bratwurst at a restaurant whose name I've since forgotten. We sat outside in a pretty intense sun accompanied by wind of course. Buddy crawled under the picnic table and slept.
I've never had rattlesnake before and I'll trust that it was rattlesnake, actually rattlesnake-rabbit bratwurst and I don't know the snake-to-rabbit ratio but to me it tasted like any other bratwurst I've had in the past. No ill effects and the beer was tasty.
Leaving Fargo we headed due south to South Dakota, conveniently tucked under North Dakota. We spent the night in Sioux Falls before heading into Iowa and points east.
Hay and a Hill
Somewhere else, North Dakota