I got back to Jamestown last night around 6:45 p.m. I took a different route this time, taking N.D. Highway 46 east from Interstate 29 and then coming north on U.S. Highway 281. It was very interesting.
Some notes on what happened while I was gone:
- The funeral for my grandmother was huge. It would easily have filled St. James Basilica. Now that I mention it, I wish she could have seen St. James. She’d have loved the church.
- I was able to spend a lot of time with family, and I did a huge family portrait of everyone who was able to pose for it. Odds are, we’ll never have so many relatives together for one picture ever again. We’ll see if the film turns out OK.
- While driving west on N.D. 46, I drove through an incredible amount of rain. Just after I got past Enderlin, N.D., I saw the world seem to come to an end about a mile ahead of me and turn into a grey blur. When I drove into that blur, it was rain of such strength I had to slow to about 25mph and run my wipers at full blast to retain some level of control.
- For that matter, I noticed a bunch of storm spotters out on the road near Enderlin. It reminded me of life in Kansas. I learned today just how serious that storm had been.
- I got back to Jamestown safe and sound. Life resumes.
- We got even more thunderstorms last night, which seem to have woken a lot of people up and tough hours of the morning, but I slept right through it all, I was so tired.
- We learned this morning that the World’s Largest Buffalo has a new, stupid name.
That’s all, folks.