I hadn’t intended to stop here, but circumstances made the decision. I stopped here for gas, and asked how far to Minot. “About 90 miles, and I think the road is open”. Huh?. I guess they had serious flooding there a couple of weeks ago when a dam burst, and so the question then became, what about motels. I phoned home for Google help, and it turns out all the motels are fully booked, the next stop would be 90 miles into Montana. So I checked in here in Devil Lake.
So the day was really riding US2 for 474 miles, and many more to go. Immediately after leaving the motel, I crossed into Wisconsin. The morning was OK, very cool, and some good scenery when passing a view of Lake Superior. Some towns on the lake looked interesting. Most of the scenery is basically riding through forests, with some lakes behind the trees, according to the signs. Plenty of Resorts, and camp grounds. It seemed very much like Northern Ontario again. Onto Duluth, a major Minnesota industrial town and port on the Great Lakes. One forgets the lakes have many ships transporting goods. It marks the western end of Lake Superior, and seeing as I had been riding along it for 2 days, it shows how large the lake is. After that it was much the same, and then Minnesota became prairie like and continued so into North Dakota. US2 was a good road to Duluth, after that it is a dual highway all the way to Montana, and beyond. Incredible to ride what is basically a freeway, with hardly any traffic, yet is a red road. One passes through a variety of towns, with populations varying into a few hundred. Although it is a great road to ride, one needs to be aware of the lack of gas stations, and motels. Towns with both a few and far between, and if you miss one, the next may be 90 miles or so down the road.
Devil Lake must be the dust bowl of North America. One sees a mass of huge dump trucks moving dirt up and down the road, convoys of them. Everything is covered in dirt dust, roads, sidewalks, vehicles, the lot. My bike was covered just by riding a few miles down US2. Dirt must be an industry in town.
I also found out why everyone drives here. I walked for a meal and cut across some grass. I was swarmed by mossies. Small but numerous. Talking of grass, no shortage of rain on the ride to-day. The grass was really green all the way. I did cross the Red River at Grand Forks, and it was still very high, with some banks under water. I also crossed the Mississippi River, and it must have been near the source as it was really just a creek.
So tomorrow I hit US2 again, for some 650 miles to Shelby in Montana.