We finished our previous trip with our last stop at Poulsbo on the Kitsap Peninsula. It was a wonderful six week trip down through Oregon, over to the Oregon coast, up the coast to Mt. St. Helens and Mt Rainier, then up the Hood Canal to Pt. Townsend, then back south to Poulsbo. We returned home for five days to help Ted and Jess move to their new home in Duvall. They are nicely settled in with their three cats and are back to work. Wedding, honeymoon, and fun over for now! We reloaded the coach and set out for Hostfest in North Dakota. This is our fifth day on the road. It’s mostly been travel across Washington and Montana, and we are in Dickinson, N.D., catching our breath. It has been stormy including a terrific electrical storm last night. Looks like we are in a race with the weather to get up to Minot to enjoy the largest Scandinavian festival in North America, which starts on Tuesday. We are meeting Scandinavian friends, Jack and Judi Looney, to attend three days of festivities. It’s all the size of five football fields under one roof! There will be lots to see and, of course, eat, entertainment, etc. This is just a three week trip out to Minot and back to Washington before the mountain passes get snow, and, hopefully, we’ll make it back through Lookout Pass and over the Continental Divide before the early storms hit. Jan has that blissful glow now that we’re back in North Dakota. She loves the open plains (how many times has she told me, “now this is where you can really ride horses!”) and the wheat fields. We have seen a herd of antelopes, about a dozen of them, charge across the highway right in front of us causing us to hit the brakes and get excited, lots of wild turkey, ring necked pheasants, and a huge buck deer in the cemetery where Jan’s dad is buried. We were pretty close to the deer; he bounded along and easily cleared the fence. This is hunting season, and there are a lot of pickups on the road with orange vested guys with rifles looking for the deer we enjoyed seeing. Pepper was in squirrel heaven in the campground in Miles City. She forgets to eat and do other familiar duties when squirrels are around. She sits and goes into that stare, quivering, salivating, but not moving a hair while they chatter and scold her from the branches.
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