Montana Bound

Today we crossed into Mountain Time.

For those of you "back east," that means we're two hours behind—figured I'd do the math for ya—and that's where we'll stay for roughly half of this trip.

The scenery from the truck started to change as we continued west across North Dakota.

Rolling hills. Open fields. Windmills. Scattered hay bales.

It's still wide open along the highway, but the road itself has gotten more curvy, and we're going uphill a lot more than we're going downhill.

We're gettin' there.

A Case of the Mondays

It's also Monday, and I'm back to working from the road after a long four-day weekend.

Doing certain tasks from the truck continues to be a challenge, which means I make up for it later in the day after we're parked again.

Today, we parked for the night at another Harvest Hosts location: Phat Fish Brewing in Dickinson, ND.

The temps are perfectly 70s, but it's very windy here today, with gusts up to 35 mph. Definitely not a day to sit outside and enjoy the weather.

The brewery is modern and cute, and they have a cool logo, but the location is downtown and not exactly serene.

There are at least three other campers parked here today.

I worked for most of the day to the background noise of the neighbor's generator, which is not quiet.

And they keep stopping it.

And starting it.

Stopping it.

Starting it.

Stopping it.

Starting it.

For hours.

This particular host has no rules around generator usage, which I totally get, but I'm starting to realize this is both good and bad.

There's also a train that runs regularly behind the parking lot.

So.

Yeah.

I'm actually more excited about the beef farm we're staying at tomorrow than I am about this brewery.

I know.

Weird.

But hey, this is a stopover, not a stay, and the location fit our agenda.

That's the thing about this trip. Not every stop has to be memorable.

Some just have to work for a day.

Otherwise

We'll be boondocking today and tomorrow and relying on all of our backup systems.

Jason says we're running an "experiment" to see if our now-double 12-volt batteries make it through the night.

Can't wait.

I think we both have a little bit of an "are we there yet?" feeling going on.

And the bigness of this trip is becoming impossible to ignore.

We're close.

But we still have a ways to go...