Back Again, For Real This Time
Last Sunday Preston and I made a second attempt to reach the illustrious
Little Yellowstone. Well informed of the desolate, in a North Dakota kind of desolate, and narrow route we made sure to bring supplies this time.We hit the road with two Subway foot longs and mug half full of coffee.
The Way
A long hour and half later we found a Midwest rarity, a change in elevation. Travel seems to stretch when the way is straight and flat. Paint chipped churches with broken bell-tower windows were the forms that dare break the silence of the prairie scene. Our jeep discovered the ebb and flow of land like a mounting roller coaster. The square grill leaned in and over the highway slope for only a moment before making the plunge into a peak of autumnal color.
There at Last
As RV's packed up and golden retrievers bounded for a final round of catch, Preston and I nestled in for a slightly colder than expected Sunday picnic. We soon discovered that our well earned victory of finally finding
Little Yellowstone, did nothing for our body heat. After wolfing down our subs we saddled up in the jeep. It turns out scenic sights are all the more magnificent with the heat on.
