Travel Day #15 – On the Road Again

Travel Day #15 – On the Road Again

Hard to believe, but it's already Travel Day #15 since we rolled out of Show Low, Arizona. Even more surprising—it's been 46 days since we began this leg of our journey. Time really does fly when you're living life one campground at a time.

We arrived at our latest stop on Saturday, after a relatively short 115-mile drive. Along the way, we made a pit stop to refuel at the T/A Express in Steele, North Dakota—a good place to top off before pressing onward. Diesel was listed at $3.19, with a TSD Open Roads discount down to $3.08. Not a huge discount, but this marks the last Open Roads fueling stop we'll see on the western side of North Dakota. We took on 76 gallons after logging 480 miles since our last fill-up.

One thing we've definitely noticed: the scenery is changing. What started as lush green grass, tree-lined roads, and gently rolling hills has now shifted into vast flatlands and endless stretches of farmland. The contrast is striking—and beautiful in its own quiet, expansive way. The photos we’ve taken along the route really capture this transformation, and we’re excited to share a few with you soon.

About Our Layovers – The RV Parks

Where we stay along the way really depends on the weather. Ever since we left Fox Lake, we've made it a priority to find sites with at least 30 amps, though we always prefer 50 amps—especially when the temperatures start climbing.

A bonus for us is Full Hookups (FHU)—they make it easy to catch up on laundry, cool the coach down with both A/Cs, and enjoy a little more comfort. Our stop in Jamestown was just that: nothing fancy, but it had FHU, friendly neighbors, and easy access to the local area for exploring.

Our explorations to a Re-created Frontier Town, where all the building were donated by the owners.

 In attendance, the Largest buffalo: The sculpture is 26 feet tall and 46 feet long and weighs 60 short tons. It was constructed with stucco and cement around a steel beam frame shaped with wire mesh.

The sculpture is complete in many respects of detail. It is sculptured after a male bison in mid-stride and is anatomically correct.

Jamestown, North Dakota:

Frontier Village & the Largest Buffalo:

Safe Travels and Journeys

DaGirls rv along with Gus Da Bus

Susan, Tilly, Dakota and me

UpDate - Travel Day #13

Quick Update – Jamestown, ND

Today was a travel day—rolling out of Fargo around 8:20 AM and pulling into Jamestown by 10:30. Not bad for a morning on the road. We had the rig set up in just 15 minutes, ramp out for Dakota and all. With full hookups and 50 amps, it’s laundry day and time to crank up both A/C units to cool down Gus.

Once the essentials were handled, we headed out in search of something unique—more on that in the next post. One of the items on the list? A beer. Not a craft brew, but something brewed and sold in North Dakota. No luck on that front… but guess what I did find? A six-pack made in Wisconsin for just $3.99. Can you believe it? Of course, I had to grab it. We’ll see how it tastes later.

Once we arrived back at Gus, we received weather warning and alerts for bad weather:

Ok, that's enough for now:

Safe Travels and Journeys 

DaGirls Rv, Gus da Bus

Susan, Tilly, Dakota and me

Fargo, North Dakota

Fargo, North Dakota
Cue the accents, woodchippers, and “You betchas”—or not.

Most folks hear “Fargo” and immediately think of the 1996 crime drama by the Coen brothers. Fargo, the film, is a quirky, dark tale about a desperate car salesman who hires two criminals to kidnap his wife—only for everything to spiral into chaos. Frances McDormand stole the show as the very pregnant police chief, Marge Gunderson. The opening claims it’s a “true story,” but the Coen brothers later admitted the film is purely fiction, though it borrows bits and pieces from real crimes.

But enough about the movie.

Let’s talk about the real Fargo.

We rolled into town on Tuesday with plans to stay three days. Susan tried to snag us a spot for the Fourth of July, but everything was booked. Honestly, that turned out to be a blessing in disguise. Instead of battling crowds and fireworks traffic, we’ll continue westward to Jamestown on the 4th.

Our only real challenge here? The weather. It’s hot, it’s humid, and we landed a 30-amp site. For most folks, that’s a dealbreaker for running two A/C units. But they don’t know us. We’ve been around the block (and the campground) more than a few times, and yes—we can run two compressors on 30 amps. Don’t ask how. Just know it involves some faith, finesse, and maybe a little bit of magic.

First Stop: Fargo Air Museum

The Fargo Air Museum was our first real dive into local culture. (And yes, it was blessedly air-conditioned.) This isn’t your typical dusty airplane hangar. Many of the planes are still flight-ready, which added a living history feel to the visit. From WWII warbirds to sleek experimental aircraft, the displays blend storytelling with engineering in a way that kept both of us intrigued. Even I found myself stopping to read the placards—always a good sign.

We were both impressed.

Next Stop: Downtown Murals & Coffee

From there, we headed downtown to hunt for some of Fargo’s famous murals. The city has embraced public art in a big way, and the colorful murals give the streets a creative, welcoming vibe. 

After a short walk (because remember: heat and humidity), we cooled off with a well-earned cup of coffee and people-watched for a bit before moving on.

You can Learn all about the Hopperstad Stave Church Here - Press here 

Along with the Church is the Hjemkomst Ship

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A Norwegian Surprise on Thursday

Then came a little unexpected treat—(The Sons of Norway - Press Here in Blue). No, not a secret society, but a cultural center and café tucked into town. We stumbled across it and found ourselves welcomed with smiles, the scent of baked goods, and a menu full of Norwegian comfort food. Morning rolls with raisins, traditional meat dishes, and of course—pie. (Because why wouldn’t there be pie?) It was like stepping into a warm, flour-dusted memory of someone’s grandma’s kitchen.

So that’s Fargo: quirky, cultured, and just the right kind of unexpected.

Tomorrow, we head for Jamestown—and maybe a bit more elbow room on the power pedestal.

Safe Journeys and Travels

DaGirls Rv & Gus da Bus

Susan, Tilly, Dakota and me