I flew over from Michigan to Bismarck on Saturday, November 2nd to start this traveling residency in North Dakota--driving, talking, writing, and listening, followed by more driving, talking, writing, and listening. Three time zones and one time-change later, I have no idea what time it is. In keeping with the season of time-changes, I am falling back into North Dakota. All my watches are set to different time zones; all the wall clocks we see as we travel from place-to-place are set to the wrong times. However, one thing is certain: everyone we meet seems to be in tune, set to the melody of story.
In only a few days, we've been to Beach, Hettinger, Dickinson, and Solen-Cannonball. We've met amazing, vibrant, engaged people around the state who are ready to talk and write. We've heard about blizzards, fighter pilots, life philosophies, recipes, berry-picking, lost fathers, crazy quilts and so much more. We've seen pheasants flush from ditches and Angus cattle grazing in pastures. We've seen prong-horned antelope in a wheat field and a group of horses with coats ranging from red- and blue-roan to pinto patterns running up a hill near Solen, North Dakota.
I feel so lucky to be traveling with Taylor Brorby--writer, talker, listener, and navigator extraordinaire--and we're grateful to the ND Humanities Council for making this trip possible. I have been homesick for this place, my home. As we drive the roads, all I can do is ooh and aah at the beauty.