At the City Park in Hitterdal
Only the ants at the bottom of the burning sky, what the world has come to
Tass times in Hitterdal
It had been a pretty miserable night at the Fargo campground, a guy in the next tent over worked his way through most of a case of beer and talked loudly to himself till after 5am. So I packed up and rode to Babb’s Coffeehouse which billed itself as “A taste of Seattle”. I was able to get Batdorf & Bronson’s coffee there, which is more a taste of Olympia but one of my favorites, so good deal all around. I also checked out the Great Northern bike shop which while I didn’t need anything was a great shop – they sell gelato inside! Then it was on the road which left town and within a half mile I was in Minnesota: state number five. The route went north through farmland and then turned east into a slight headwind. It was a pretty hot day though not as hot as yesterday, but the route also climbed at a fairly gentle rate for a good piece. In my mirror I saw another cyclist approaching and it was A__, one of the fast riders I’d last seen at Little Yellowstone. His riding buddy had wrecked on train tracks and destroyed his bicycle and injured his shoulder. He’d flown home the night before. We rode together to Hitterdal which wasn’t far at all, but each of us had our reasons for a short day. Turned out to be the city celebration, Hittfest, today and we got free root beer floats and watermelon. On this hot day this was great. Less great was that a band playing outdoors about three blocks from the campground, rocked on until 1 or so.
The sun relentlessly pours down
Upon this hard ribbon across the country