Dateline Somewhere In North Dakota: Holy Crap. I’m back in West Texas! Other than only being in the high 90’s and no cactus, that is. North Dakota is mile after mile after mile after mile of rolling hills and flat prairies. Just like Texas. But I digress.
It’s Saturday evening and Your Intrepid Cancer Cure Rider is thoroughly enjoying sitting at my picnic table next to my campfire and reading “Travels With Charley” written by John Steinbeck. Steinbeck describes his meanderings around America while talking with the locals and rediscovering our country. As I read, he talked about Sundays, and how he always tried to find a church to attend. He finds himself hearing a fire and brimstone pastor who speaks of “Hell as an expert”.
There I was, Westbound on HWY 2, on a Sunday, rolling hills and dust as far as the eye can see, and what to my amazement appears on the horizon??