The
I-694 bypass out of the twin cities was easy enough to drive through but still
with enough rush hour traffic to render my full attention to the road. To cross
the entirety of Minnesota in one single day would be easy to do but not when I
wanted to get away from the interstate and go deep into the county highways all
the way into North Dakota. After
a few miles on I-94 I finally veered off the interstate into the more
interesting US Highway 10 in the direction of Little Falls. Crossing the
Mississippi river in Monticello was like crossing into another time. The massive
railroad tracks kept following the highway and the long freight trains that
seemed to extend for miles kept shadowing the highway like long lost friends.
I
got into Little Falls just a little past noon and with enough time to take a
stroll through the historic downtown district before lunch and revisit some of the
old places I had visited a few years ago. The old bars that line up Broadway were
all still there but unfortunately as I made my way to the Broadway Sports Bar,
of which I had fond memories, I found that it was closed and that it was now
named Johnny C’s. I wondered for a bit what had become of Bob, the previous
owner, and recollected on the desperation on his face the last time I saw him,
sweeping the snow off the sidewalk outside the bar.
I
made my way across the street to the Whiskey River Saloon, more for the name
than for anything else, for a cheeseburger and coke. While I waited for the
burger I took a peek at an old jukebox by the front door. I found it
interesting that Willie’s “Whiskey River” wasn’t part of the songs available.
The bartender announced my food was ready and promptly disclosed that the
jukebox was just for show and it didn’t function. I ate my cheeseburger and took
my half full Styrofoam cup of coke with me as I took another short stroll
through Broadway in the direction of my car.
I
crossed the Mississippi river once again to leave Little Falls before turning
west to US Highway 27 to Long Prairie. For twenty four miles there was nothing
but silence. The soft wind that was barely audible was the only sound save for
only a few semi-trucks going in the opposite direction. The scenery almost
unchanged all the way through and in front of me only the highway that
sometimes seemed to disappear on the horizon. After another eighteen miles on
US Highway 71 I had to merge briefly onto I-94 before crossing into Fergus
Falls and out of the interstate into North Dakota.
Finally
out of the interstate I’ve begun my one hundred mile drive on US 210 that would
take me straight into the Minnesota/North Dakota border and the twin cities of
Breckenbridge and Wahpeton. With the buzzing of the interstate still ringing in
my ears I opened the windows and slowly the light breeze and the sound of the
tires on the asphalt became a welcome relief to my banged-up ears as I crossed
into North Dakota.
As
I drove the rural 2-lane road with only a few cars and trucks driving in the
opposite direction it seemed I was going against the current. With miles of
straight road stretching as far as I could see I begun to loosen up and feel
connected to the road. I looked to my left and all I could see was farmland and
pasture and scattered farmhouses with their typical grain storages and mills. I
looked to my right and it was more of the same. For miles that’s all there was.
I felt comfort in knowing that I might as well be lost and I wouldn’t know it.
The unpredictability of the scenery reassured me. I was getting so used to it
that I felt a strange connection it.
The
sun was slowly starting to hide behind a few scattered clouds but I didn’t
care. The thought occurred to me that by letting myself get lost in those
surroundings could mean I could blow by my exit. But the fear of getting lost
stopped being a concern if it meant that I would eventually find my way. I felt
I should know where this road lead me. All I needed to know was that it was
moving west. I felt so confident in those surroundings, so reassured of myself
among those already familiar farmlands that I let myself be a part of it if
only in my imagination and all of a sudden, as the sun begun to set, I felt at
home.
September 17, 2014 (Super 8 Motel)
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