Sandman's Journal

Last week I received an email from a Kansas bicyclist named April, who was looking for places to stay on her way through North Dakota. She had been given my number by a Fargo friend. Her timing conflicted with my trucking schedule, so I told her how to get into my house.

Yesterday morning, driving home, I saw a bicyclist pedaling west from Dunn Center. It was April, who'd spent the previous night at my place. I let her know that we were expecting 4" of snow, so she hunkered down at my parents' house in Killdeer for a couple days. The snow has melted now, and she heads out tomorrow morning, destination Seattle.

Happy trails, April! You've proven that not every long-distance vehicle requires a bathtub full of dinosaur juice.