The Comfort Inn continental biscuits and syrup hardtack stood us in firm stead to blitzkrieg 102 miles from Bismarck to Jamestown. Guest relations at the hotel were cordial, but our gust relations made us feel like riding royalty … 
We had a 20 mph headwind all day, as if an invisible red carpet were laid out on the I-94 shoulder, allowing us to firm the distance in a mere 5:40.
We stole into Steele for lunch by the world’s largest sandhill crane statue, a monolith which attracts pilgrims both human and avian. Somehow, we were swarmed by seagulls as we lunched. We can only assume they left the last of their foodstuffs at the feet of their winged idol.
We thrice denied them and pushed onward, earning ourselves an early arrival at McElroy Park, firing up the grill for greasy quesadillas plus cookies.
Much of the group sits circled round a table playing Magic: The Gathering. Others cool out on the swing set or huddle and converse. Our legs are strong and our corrugated Moloch urges us onward. We can only hope the Funyun crumbs left at its feet keep tomorrow’s crosswinds at bay, because it’s another century on the docket. We must go far, for we cannot forgo Fargo.