We were all, mostly, up at 5:30 to hit the road early.
Happy morning to you Minot.
After a stellar free breakfast at the hotel, which was mainly waffles and biscuits and gravy, we started the 440 mile trek to near Minneapolis.
Our little one is like a parrot, needs a blanket over his head to fall asleep.
Just when we thought that we had shed our prairie problems we came upon a dense collection of smoke. It was hard to complain about it because it was Saskatchewan's fault for burning itself that created this drifting Hazzard.
The haze in daddy's head matched the haze outside.
No rest for this family. Next stop is at Fartgo for subs and mcflurries.
