During the day, we were prompted to take an alternative route that would help us avoid some hills and traffic. Once on this route, Debbie lost the nozzle to her Camelbak, which threw us into a state of organized panic. A Camelbak is one of our best assets as it allows us to hydrate continuously while biking. What was most interesting was that just as we had accepted the loss, such as we had done several days ago with the bolt and washer holding on her rear rack, we miraculously located the proverbial needle in the haystack. So our only loss was a small amount of time.
While on that road, we became Good Samaritans by loaning a cell phone to a Native American whose vehicle had become disabled. He was walking three miles back to his house with a small child in tow. He was very appreciative and we parted as friends.
The accompanying picture of a white cross
Once into North Dakota, the oil exploration activity became readily apparent.
As we traversed the fields, the North Dakota sunset was beautiful. The landscape was then marked by everlasting flames burning off the natural gas by-product of the oil pumping process. The flames dotted the horizon amid fields of grain.