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There are some things I’d like to share with you about the place that we’re presently living and they are:
Once you get off the interstate in North Dakota and onto a regular road, sometimes know as Blue Highways, the paved road will just end. Just like that. And it becomes red dirt.
A train runs by our campground six times a day, hauling coal, and the sound of it’s whistle takes me on a nostalgic trip back to the days when our children were young and the iron horse passed through our farm several times a day.
Horses watch every move I make in the campground as they’re a stones throw away, stomping and galloping to and fro constantly. The thundering herd emit the sounds of a posse pursuing The Lone Ranger, you remember it, taking you back to years gone by and making it a joy to come back to the campground.
George Washington did not sleep here in Medora. T. Roosevelt did and I am, but that’s it for famous people.
Wide open spaces, buffalo, horses running wild, and former presidents carved in stone., just by looking out your window……….you could almost be home……if you close your eyes, and click your heels 3 times fast! But, you’re having the the adventures of a lifetime……..and sharing it with everyone, making new friends and new memories. Did you ever think in your wildest dreams that this is what you’d be doing!
Debbie you’re so right. “We shall never pass this way again” and you awoken my senses to the fact that we need to relish this and breathe in as much of this life as possible for it may never come again. Love you.