I was in Cavalier, ND, today. It’s becoming clearer why the Sicatoka is so fucked up. We make jokes about the land being so flat up there, but it really does a number on your head. From a few miles before coming to the I-29 entrance I could see a grain drier doing its thing, chugging up its exhaust, to the south, towards Grand Forks. It was a little more than 15 fucking miles south of the road I was driving. Highway 81 was exit 203, that thing was just north of exit 187. (Their exit ramp numbers correspond to the highway’s mile markers.) That thing wasn’t on a hill. I wasn’t elevated on a hill. There are NO HILLS. That **** does something to you. It’s going to mess with your head, make you lose perspective on things. That poor man.