|The weather channel got me again...why have I started believing in weather reports?|
The next thing of interest were the natural gas burn-off towers. I didn't realize North Dakota had huge oil reserves but apparently it's so. What I really didn't like was the intense diesel smell floating over the highway. At first I thought it was coming from a pickup ahead of me but it continued after he turned off and I realized it was from the oil wells. I'd hate to have to breath that stuff in 24/7, your lungs would probably develop one of those scary sounding diseases you see advertised by lawyers on TV
One of the gas stops I made was at an unmanned station. You filled up the same way using your credit card and if you needed to use the bathroom they were available inside the station. I did and on the way out - the office area usually occupied by an attendant was devoid of anything - there was a big sign on the door saying "Thank you for using our fuel". Unmanned....think about it, no cash, no employees, zippideedo overhead. Not a bad idea.
|Darned if I can recall the name of this little burg|
|No waiting in line to get gas|
|Who's jolly now Mr Swagman?|
I know from past experience that coal is a big deal to the state but I was really glad to get away from the stink of raw crude. I also like the pristine look of the open range.
It seemed like it was getting late so I began the hunt for a motel and quickly realized all the places in every small town were booked. I finally decided to ride the next 70 miles to see if I could find something and it turned out to be a good decision. The town is Malta and it's typical of old western towns, nearly every business looks like it's been around for 75 - 100 years. The train tracks run right through the town so you get the benefit of their noise. Sleep tonight should be interesting...
You get the feeling you're stepping back into the 50s until you notice the old motels advertise "We have DSL" Yes, it's WIFI but way back in the beginning that's what a lot of people called it. My place, The Sportsman Motel is one of them and nice as it is there's only one other guest if you count cars. Or maybe it belongs to the receptionist. For dinner she suggested The West End Cafe and it was great, right out of the sixties and serving home-made food.
All was more or less well for the day until I discovered the cover on the sidecar had developed a large tear in the fabric. Tomorrow first thing will be a run to the local hardware store for Gorilla Tape, that should fix it.
|Arrrgh! Dammit anyway!|
Oh, I nearly forgot, it was a somewhat boring day but 350 miles wasn't so bad.