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Herd behavior

June 23rd, 2010


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Upon further reflection

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Yesterday

June 23rd, 2010



was a quiet day

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Fortunately, this was not a road I needed to travel.

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Debra

June 23rd, 2010



An extremely kind and giving woman, she invited me in without hesitation, gave me a bed for the night, and made sure my belly was full of homecooked food, both during my stay and well into the future.

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Heliport!

June 23rd, 2010



Next to this tiny little clinic in Medina, ND.

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The Decoy Bar

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Must be a mob front.

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My canine companion

June 23rd, 2010



Daisy (I learned her name when her owners finally tracked her down) walked with me for about eight miles today. She chased after every living thing she saw/heard/smelled, resulting in some good wildlife sightings for me: deer, fox, porcupine, and all sorts of waterfowl.

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That’s what I was asked by Tim, a bearded gentleman driving a white car. Coming just a few minutes after a nice fellow in a truck handed me a hamburger, it felt like the appropriate thing to drink. Then I realized: he called it a soda! After more than 1000 consecutive miles in steadfast "pop" territory, I’ve started hearing "soda" again (though not exclusively) in the past few days.

Also, and I’d have to check my notes to verify this, I believe that every time someone has offered me a soft drink on the road (it’s happened a handful of times), it’s been a Pepsi.