A lot of people ask, "Which airport do you use in North Dakota?"
We always reply, "Fargo." Because that's where Scheel's is. Scheel's is a North Dakota institution, a friendly palace to outdoor life, geared to families and above all, fun.
It has every possible sporting good, type of clothing or gear a person could ever need. Scheel's is where we discovered Keen shoes. And are wearing them still.
We go there to stock up on everything from Frisbees and dog toys to camping stuff, shoes and clothing.
And we go for the Ferris Wheel. The Hotdog Brothers take one seat, the Chimney Swift Sisters take the other.
When we leave the big city, we head out to tiny towns on the prairie with my kind of Main Street. This one has Eurasian collared-doves in its grain elevator. So we stop there on our Big Day.
Lonely deserted homes and potholes, the wind singing through the barbed wire and missing windows.
Phoebe watches the scopes left behind, and they watch her.
A common snipe crouches on a fencepost, a single drop of water glistening on its bill.
And everywhere, yellow-headed blackbirds sing Kor de BLAAAAAAAAA!