We departed from Red Oak House on Wednesday morning and headed north to Wilton, and then east. It wasn't long before we took a gravel road detour to drive along the McCluskey Canal in the West and East Park Lakes area. Speaking for myself, I did not like driving along that canal and was relieved when we got back to the real prairie. Then to Mercer, Pickardville, and McCluskey, the geographical center of North Dakota, and the center point for all of the street and avenue names in ND.
Time for lunch in one of our favorite stops in Hurdsfield.
Here I had the best fleischkuechle I've had in my life. The nice lady at the Hurdsfield Dairy King confirmed that she gets it from Golden Fleischkuecle in Stanton, and I do declare she cooks it to perfection. If you are interested in this ND delicacy, you can read more about it here in this article by our friend Lauren Donovan.
When I poked into it with my fork, a delightful fragrance wafted up to me and I dug in! After the meal, of course, we treated ourselves to ice cream.
Next was picturesque Sykeston where we stopped to admire St. Elizabeth's Catholic Church.
On we proceeded, with a gas stop in Carrington, the home of one of the most beautiful old courthouses in the state. After quite a bit of driving through a landscape dominated by cultivation, we arrived in the Grace City area, and the pleasure of a more varied landscape of rolling hills and pastures.
A stop at Juanita Lake, in the James River drainage, located in the wonderfully named Rolling Prairie Township of Foster County was in order where we stretched our legs and took more photographs.
|A Pod of Pelicans on Juanita Lake|
Although the winds were on both days very brisk, we managed to see all of these birds:
Great blue heron
Red-tailed hawk with a snake in his talons
A side trip to the ghost town of Juanita was agreed to. You can read more about Juanita, ND on the excellent website Ghosts of North Dakota.
Although it is difficult to see because of the vegetation, this building pictured below is named the Dewey School. Interestingly, Ghosts of North Dakota does not describe this building and I was unable to see the entire date the building was completed due to the dense overgrowth; however, there is more information here about the Dewey Township
The name Juanita has a very interesting story, according to the book North Dakota Place Names by Douglas Wick. (Yes, we keep this particular book in our car.) "This GNRR [Railroad] station was founded in 1911 in SW 1/4 Sec. 34-147-63, Florence Twp., on the Surrey cutoff line. The name came from the nearby lake which had been known as Townsend, Smith, and Belland before being named Wanitah by newspaperman A.L. Lowden in 1900. Wanitah is thought to be an Indian name, but for some reason the townsite planners changed the spelling into the Spanish for Juanita, which is the feminine version of Juan, or John, a Hebrew name meaning God's gracious gift....The Post Office...closed May 7, 1985."
After Juanita, we crossed over into the lovely Sheyenne River Valley watershed. At this point, it was time to hightail it to Grand Forks for our dinner engagement. Lo but we were lured into yet another stop by this charming sign.
Here we found an example of a beautiful ND country church, the Beaver Creek Lutheran Church. Although it was not open, we wandered the grounds.
In Grand Forks, we dined at Guiseppe's with a party of good friends, and made new friends. The occasion was the visit of old friend, Myron Just, former ND Agriculture Commissioner (and, while Comissioner, Jim's boss), and his fiance Ellen.
New friendships were made with Bob and Nikki Seabloom of Grand Forks.
|From left: Chuck Haga, Suezette Bieri, Lillian Crook, Nikki and Bob Seabloom, Jim Fuglie, Myron Just, Mike Jacobs. Photo by Ellen|
Now it was time for four members of the party to head back west, past Gilby, where we spent the night with Suezette Bieri and Mike Jacobs at their home, Magpie Ridge. We dreamed fine dreams in their house filled with books.
The next morning, we fulfilled the other purpose of our trip, which was to deliver to Mike and Suezette fourteen of our heirloom tomato seedlings, for their garden.
We headed north, toward Pisek (est. 1882) for a visit to the spectacular church in this community with Bohemian roots, St. John Nepomucene Catholic Church, established in 1886.
We were dumbstruck by the beauty of this holy place in this quiet prairie town.
Within this church is the most valuable painting in North Dakota, pictured below.
|Saints Cyril and Methodius|
Painted by the famous Czech artist, Alfons Mucha (1860-1939), in recent years the painting was sent to Canada for restoration at substantial cost. It now looks like a brand new painting.
|The woman at the local grocery store reported that some of the elders did not care for the colors recommended by the church's restoration firm, however, we found the interior to be beautiful.|
Pisek has other interesting old buildings and the Pisek State Bank (1903) is a fine example. Pisek, located in Walsh County, is further described in Wick's North Dakota Place Names is located in Walsh County. "It was named by Bohemian settlers for their hometown, which bears a Bohemian name meaning sand."
Heading west again, we see one of the finest examples of what is locally known as a "sand beach", more accurately described by my way of seeing things as a huge sand dune. The picture below just doesn't adequately capture how dramatic the dune rises from the prairie, but it gives one a hint of the effect as the dune rises about 50 feet from the flat valley, running as a ridge along the horizon. A good description of the sand dunes of North Dakota can be found in the eminent geologist John P. Bluemele's excellent book North Dakota's Geologic Legacy: Our Land and How It Formed and in his book The Face of North Dakota.
This sand dune marked the end of our time in the Red River Valley, as we traveled back into the rolling prairie landscape of the Sheyenne River Valley where all of the plum trees were in full blossom and the farmers were busy with spring planting. The air was filled with their sweet perfume.
Here we spotted a perfect illustration of the effects of the ever-present North Dakota winds in these tree skeletons pictured below that have permanently bowed toward the eastern horizon.
On we traveled to Aneta, the turkey capitol of North Dakota, where the community holds a huge annual turkey feast in the middle of the main street.
Now it was time to visit some of North Dakota's state historical sites in Griggs County.
After Lake Jessie, we had some difficulty locating our next destination, Camp Atchison (Wick describes it as four miles south of Binford, but in reality, it is 2 1/2 miles south). We missed the site on our first pass by, however, we were undaunted. I delegated Jim to inquire with some friendly ND farmers who had stopped their field work for lunch.
The farmers misunderstood our destination as Lake Jessie and we realized this when we followed their directions and understood we'd now driven a big circle and were back where we'd started.
A call to the State Historical Society in Bismarck got us the directions we needed for our stop at Camp Atchison Historic Site. "This was the campsite used July 18, 1863 by the Sibley Expedition. It was located on the NE shore of Lake Sibley....named for Capt. Charles B. Atchison, an aide of Maj. Gen. John Pope, who was on temporary assignment to Gen. Sibley." (North Dakota Place Names)
We learned our lesson to also carry our copy of A Traveler's Companion to North Dakota State Historic Sites in our car along with the Wick book.
From page 68, "...the 1863 Sibley Expedition. Prior to July 17, the principal thrust of the expedition had been toward Devils Lake where alleged Indian participants of the Dakota Conflict of 1862 were rumored to be living (see Sibley and Sully Expeditions of 1863)....On July 18 a nearly ideal base camp site was found on the northeastern shore of Lake Sibley. The site could be easily defended, had ample water, grass, and wood nearby, and was near known trails and landmarks, such as Lake Jessie and Devils Lake."
Now it was time for a hot pork dinner in Cooperstown at the Coach House Inn & Cafe (be sure to sample their fresh baked goods),
Our last historic stop was the Ronald Reagan Minuteman State Historic Site where we enjoyed a fascinating tour of a slice of our nation's history we've both driven by hundreds of times and not seen behind the scene, a remnant of the world's Cold War history.
|Yup, we're going fifty feet underground. But, we took the elevator.|
Our route homeward took us through the Arrowwood National Wildlife Refuge where we completed the auto tour and added to our aforementioned bird list.
Here we could readily see the benefits of a recent controlled burn. Note the contrast between the new green grass on the right and the dense, old weedy growth on the left.
That darned wind was still blowing, but I found some beauty in the waving of the green grasses on that otherwise serene prairie and managed to capture it in this video. Arrowwood National Wildlife Refuge Wind Art
Time to head for home with one last terrific stop in Robinson for water bottles and snacks. One of the best parts of this trip for me was that I'm a western North Dakota gal through and through, and have thus do not know every corner of the state like I probably should. When my husband first got to know me, he laughed when I showed him that my copy of the North Dakota state map was only the western half. As state maps are wont to do, it was tattered and falling apart, and I saw that I had no need for the eastern half so I'd thrown it away because it was just a nuisance to me. I readily admit that I have many untraveled paths to explore in our state and my husband is a wonderful traveling companion.
Robinson's claim to fame is that it is the Geographic Center of North America. This emblem is found on the floor of the local watering hole. How cool is that?!
Home for supper. Can you tell my husband was the Director of North Dakota Tourism at one time in his career?
"Life always gives us
exactly the teacher we need
at every moment.
This includes every mosquito, every misfortune, every red light,
every traffic jam, every obnoxious supervisor (or employee),
every illness, every loss, every moment of joy or depression,
every addiction, every piece of garbage, every breath.
Every moment is the guru." Charlotte Joko Beck