Day 8 was a long day driving north through South Dakota to Bismarck, North Dakota!
We started out from Wall by going to breakfast at Wall Drugs Cafe. We were most interested in their “homemade doughnuts” that they advertised all along the highway. My husband bought his plain doughnut and enjoyed what the Heath’s enjoy, ketchup and plain doughnuts. Not me though, I enjoyed a maple frosting homemade doughnut.
After a hardy breakfast, we took off in the rain heading north to Bismarck, ND. I asked for one of my cross country camping stipulations, to stay in a hotel in Bismarck; I just needed to get out of the confining area of our little house and stretch out.
Along the way, Hwy 83 north showed off the agricultural crops of South Dakota. There were plenty of corn fields, millet fields ( a new crop for me to see, at this time of year they are a reddish brown and stand out in the fall landscape) and we were surprised by sunflower fields. The sunflower is grown for oil. Eighty-five percent of the North American sunflower seed is still produced in North and South Dakota and Minnesota. We saw the flowers as they were dying back and I imagine when the flowers are all in their golden yellow glory, it must be a spectacular sight!
Day 9 – Minnesota!
We crossed the border into Minnesota in the mid-afternoon. It seemed all at once the scenery changed to greenery and woods of deciduous trees. The fall colors just coming out and the long sun shadows made for a lovely fall day.
We were driving north along a rural route on our way to the Detroit Lakes region and passed an old, abandoned farm stead. Dale made a u-turn so I could get some photos depicting life from decades ago, perhaps the early 1900’s?
The Lund family farm stirred my imagination. Can’t you just picture the family and farm hands bustling about in the early morning? Maybe after a big breakfast spread put out by Mrs. Lund, Mr. Lund and his sons went out into the corn fields to turn over the newly thawed soil in the warming yet still chilly morning sunlight. The tractors moved back and forth on the acreage and the smell of the pungent dirt stirred their hope for a good crop this year.
And while the men folk were out working the land, maybe Mrs. Lund could be seen hanging the family laundry out on the line. And perhaps after that chore being completed, she went out to the hen house to collect eggs.
I don’t know, I really do like to imagine what yesteryear farm life was like. I am a romantic at heart and I see farming through media tinted glasses. I am sure farming was more difficult than my imagined concept.
The Lund’s life was probably hard sharing hope and optimism with disappointment and worry. But let me daydream, too, in believing that they had a wonderful life together as they sat around the fire in the sitting room after a hard day’s work. Having ate a fine supper, they relaxed in over-stuffed chairs with crocheted doilies on the headrests and Mr. Lund reading the paper and Mrs. Lund tending to her knitting while the younger children played on the hand braided rug . . .