Journey Continues--Day 2 of our road trip

I'm very behind on my blogs about our trip. We traveled long days and had limited services. For those who are following our journey:

We left South Dakota at 5:48AM the next morning with the intent of riding hard and long just as we did Day 1. It was very windy. We had seen a few large windmills the day before. We began thinking since it was so windy, we would probably see more. And we did.
At our next stop for gas, the lady who ran the station explained the grades of Ethanol. She said, “You see, we grow a lot of corn here in North Dakota”. We had noticed there was a lot of corn.

It seemed North Dakotans were politically active. On the sides of a couple of barns I noticed large signs advocating certain rights. One said—“Protect What’s Right—Hunting and Fishing”. I had hoped to capture a picture, but I couldn’t get it.

Rule Number 5—After cleaning out all the trash, the co-pilot washes the windows. Another responsibility of the co-pilot is taking the initiative to wash the windshield, driver and passenger windows, and the mirrors. Thousands of bugs hit the windshield on a long journey. Even with using the windshield wipers and the cleaning fluid in the truck between gas stops, it’s not enough to keep a clean windshield.

P. S. The most important aspect of this rule --take care of this quickly, take initiative. Let the driver know that when stopping for gas, you would like to do your part by cleaning the windshield. Don’t wait.

Canada--We crossed the border into Canada in the Providence of Saskatchewan. We had planned on stopping in Regina, Saskatchewan, but we weren’t tired so we headed on to Saskatoon. The hotels in Saskatoon were located in the inner city and many young “punky” attired people were clustered on every corner, in every alley way, and parking lot. We rode around the city searching for an area we thought might be safe to leave our U-Haul parked overnight and decided to continue heading northwest.

We went to North Battleford and found groups of men clustered in the hotel parking lots—so we continued to the next town. We finally stopped in Maidstone—at a very small motel. No one was lurking in the parking lot. It was so late, everyone was probably asleep.