This town is too ridiculous for a made-up blog.

So today opened with a groggy morning at the next gas station:

"Where are you all from?"
"Oh, Portland"
"You mean, like Ore-gone? What are you doing all the way out here?"

It was about then I realized how far from home I am.

Though some hang ups are expected, this one is still on the strange side. Two time zones away, in a town of about 2,200, it doesn't take long for people to take notice of you. We had a few approving shouts from passing cars (one fine lady gave Noah a total of 3 Heyyy!'s in one afternoon!). We strolled to a bar on main street (one of the two open businesses... it was that or the bowling alley) and slowly made our way into the hearts of Carrington residents.

Well.. at least the bartender. We went to the local burger/ice cream joint during the Father's day special. It was a strange mix of awkward smiles and glances... but just often enough we got genuine welcomes. Even a wink here and there, Rob reports, from the cashiers. And the food was pretty much amazing as well.

After feeling somewhat comfortable with the townfolk and the situation at hand (it was an absolutely beautiful day in this town, by the way) we went to the gas station to buy some beer and set up camp. Then we awkwardly returned to the bar, since alcohol can't be sold in normal stores. Whoops.

Anyhow, by the end of the night we were roughing the outdoors. By watching Boondocks on the laptop plugged into the RV outlet. We covertly drank our beers in coffee cups until a rally race of drunk dirtbikers flew through the city park at nearly midnight. So with the tension out of the air, we relaxed the rest of the night away, and we're all snuggled in to wake up and hit the mechanic at 8am, and continue on to MINNEAPOLIS! Woowoo.