I have a meeting in Grand Forks tomorrow and on the way up we make a stop for gas.
My colleague has been driving and I have been chatting and aimlessly watching the scenery pass by. This is a drive I have made scores of times over the years, but not often in recent years and now I’ve lost track of how the landscape relates to the small cities named on the highway signs.
Still, I think I know this area, so I am surprised when I realize there is a Paul Bunyan-worthy piece of survey equipment standing over a picnic table across the road from the gas station where we fill the car. What’s that all about?
Behind it lies a more traditional scene.