Grand Forks are empty.<
Across the river things are a little busier, with a regular trickle of people moving between the parking lot and Cabela’s.
I leave Tim there and wander off. A block away the streets are deserted. I give the quiet streets a quick look-over in search of the beautiful, odd, and amusing.
I find a bit of each before we cross the bridge back to the North Dakota side of the river.
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