Day 5

In Minot we stopped for gas which was when the Rooster noticed a problem with our TV antenna.  We left the station and pulled onto a secondary road for the R to check things out.  While he was doing this,a young man in a big truck stopped and asked if we needed help.  I briefed him on the issue at hand and he went to help out.  After "a while", he left, the R returned and said we were going to a garage down the road.  We turned around and followed the big white truck to,this massive fenced area with security gates.  We followed him in and he directed us to #3 garage that had an amazing array of tools and shelves and was long enough to house massive motor things like a big truck with a cherry picker that was in #2.  He cleared the way and got out 2 ladders and more tools.  After about 30 " or so and what looked glue and tape and needle nose pliers and spinners and and and a beautiful Cocker  spaniel crossed with a springer, chocolate brown, called Scout who visited with me (and Lucy). Scout was the friendliest non barky dog (unlike Lucy who was he usual obnoxious self yapping away), gentle and quiet.  He has the coolest pony tail atop his head that made him more
adorable.  This kindly young man was there in his day off and would not take any money from the R and even asked us if we would like a cup of coffee!  So...the problem was that with the high winds the antenna popped out of its holding area and got torqued enough that it will need full surgical repair when we get back.  We haven't tested it out yet, the winds are still pretty high.  High enough that the canopy thing won't be put up tonight.  So far we went, knowing it was going to be a longer drive than we had planned in order to reach the Lewis and Clark State campgrounds in Williston which is very close to the Montana border.
Leaving that area we experienced a number of changes in the topography.  If you followed me on FB you will see the frequent posts and comments.  The biggest transition was going from so many fields of green to what I called pre-menopausal fields that had been harvested of hay and what I imagine to be the early wheat.  We were on a slow incline watching the mileage decrease to 5.8 mpg as we drove into 30-33 mph winds. We then entered an area of transition to cows grazing or huddled together over huge expanses of green farmland and then the transition to oil country.  Throughout there are railways that pick up grains by driving through long buildings and coming out the other end fully loaded.  Conversely we began to see oil tankers on the rails and through out the countryside.  All imcould think of it "everything is huge around here". From the fields, the trucks, the tankers, the oil and grain silos, the trains and the trucks on the road.  No one seemed concerned about their speed and the fuel they were using.
There were also multi colored migrant housing units as well as similarly colored bee hives.  The R wondered if the bees needed the colors to know where to go.  This is the story behindRainbow Row in Charleston.  Well not about bees, but about the slaves who were illiterate.  The houses were painted different colors so they knew where to go to work.
So cruising along with a RandMcNally map, a state map, tuned in to Waze, I lost our satellite connection and it wasn't until later that we/I realized we had missed our turn.  We were then on a two lane ungraded road with huge  areas on construction on either side (hence being shuffled 30 miles out of our way - there were no turn off roads or areas to U-turn).  The R was sure we were headed in the wrong direction, but after checking all maps on my phone