The rain was still falling as the boys made their way out of bed and prepared a hearty breakfast.
They stuffed Rosie the Rav4 like a Thanksgiving turkey, all the while muddying their trousers and fumbling their sleeping bags in the muck.
With a send-off from the lovely Steph, the stallions hit the beaten path for
Roslyn, SD.
As the rain turned into snow, their spirits were slightly dampened. However, a stop in Darwin, MN at the World’s Largest Ball of Twine quickly turned those frowns into smiles. After a visit to the Twineball Antiques and a chat with co-owner Janice, the stallions were rejuvenated.
The snow intensified and the stallions had to go to drastic measures to keep a clear view of the road.
When these methods didn’t succeed as they hoped, a pit stop was required at the Handi Stop in Litchfield, MN where they failed to find the proper wiper blades but did meet store clerks Danielle and Karlene.
As lunchtime came around, the stallions struggled to find a small-town diner that was open on a Sunday. An attempt at the Murdock Café in lonely Murdock, MN was ill-timed as the café was closed due to ‘lack of business.’ Go figure. Finally, in Benson, MN the fellas landed upon the fittingly named Jimmy’s Pizza where they engaged in an electrifying game of Ms. Pac Man and met delivery driver Brady. They were surprised to learn from the locals that in Benson, the railroad can block access from one side of town to another for hours on end!
Onward they pushed through the now subsiding snow to the MN/SD border and the town of Ortonville, MN. Low & behold, there the stallions stumbled upon the boat anchor of the great Paul Bunyan!
As they crossed the border, one of the stallions with a very keen ear thought he heard the gentle trickle of a stream. Unbelievably, this was no ordinary trickle, but the headwaters of the Minnesota River.
The stallions were now in South Dakota and they were freezing!
As the tank of Rosie approached ‘E,’ a fillup was needed.
It just so happened that the next station was Beren’s in
Milbank, SD. And no, this was not your typical pay-at-the-pump operation.
The stallions were lucky enough to pay for their gas at the pay window with the help of Emily!
To our amazement, she had been to Roslyn, however did not speak highly of it.
The stallions trudged on.
Approaching Roslyn during a very beautiful sunset, it was safe to say the boys were nervous and pessimistic about what lay ahead of them.
They asked themselves: Would there be a restaurant?
Would it even be open?
Where will we stay?
Would the people be friendly?
With darkness now looming overhead, only the snow & ice-packed road lied between them and these answers.
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