This is the entrance to 94 off of 8th Street in Moorhead, Minnesota.

I (probably illegally) took this picture from my car on my cell phone camera. It says "WEST" on that green sign in the middle, which is why I took the picture.

Anyways, I drove for about seven hours. It wasn't so bad, as I had made a playlist on itunes specifically for the occasion (howstuffworks.com has the best podcast everrrrr). Along the way I took note that North Dakota isn't nearly as flat as I had originally thought in my head, and saw some interesting sights along the way.

Between Minot and Crosby (it's a big stretch but they're the only two landmarks I can think of) I saw giant numbers on the hills on either side of the highway built out of stone; 98, 55, 78, 80, 91 and so on. I gathered these must be graduating classes of a local high school. Finally one of them read underneath "State Champions". So if anyone can tell me what sport and what high school these Easter Island like numbers belong to I would appreciate it.

When I pulled into Crosby my gracious host for the summer greeted me with spaghetti. What a guy. That night I met my most gracious roommate for the summer. Shelob the spider. I let her live. That's what friends do right?

The next day (today as of writing), was my first full day in the majestic Crosby, ND. And I already made two new friends; Mike L, a wise old man who I'll hopefully be biking with this summer, and Jack.

Jack the Donkey.



First day of my internship starts tomorrow at 8:30 am. Goodnight.