|In my drink holder.|
Every day, I drag my body out of bed, stupified at how tired I am but there is still a glimmer of excitement of what lies ahead.
Namely, more work, mostly physical. I may even have some muscles by the end of it.
In a few moments, Kirk and I will meet Brent down at the Quonset hut on the farm. Hopefully, it will be mostly empty and we will unload the 17-foot U-Haul - the very same one that blew TWO inside tires yesterday outside Jamestown.
|Another "burn pile" going up - quite common.|
|Note the duct tape band-aid.|
Up here, people have mulitple pick-ups for a variety of lifestyle demands. Brent has a really nice one just for "weddings and funerals."
Keep fingers crossed that I find what I am looking for. I've got my eye on a camper in Fargo (about 78 miles south of Grand Forks) but I need to see it in person.
|My first NoDak sunset as a citizen.|