Drive to North Dakota

At the small RV Park, I become more and more sick despite all of the medicine. As we left Minnesota to go to North Dakota, I tried to rest but was still under the weather. I soon was relived of my sickness as I slowly drifted into sleep as I turned on my stomach in the back bed. I slept about for an hour, and my sleep was not interrupted by dreams. After my little power nap, I read a little and more or less tried to blog, fresh and good feeling but still a little groggy. I felt better though, that was for sure.

It is my sadness to inform you I neither did any school save a little history. I also didn't blog. For the whole seven hour drive as we went from Minnesota to North Dakota. I felt very mad at myself. But, you don't know what you don't know, and in my case I didn't know we would be traveling that far.

As we settled a R.V. Park that doubled as a hotel, I went into a nice looking big building, and came into a lobby richly warmed by a huge fireplace. Dad and I went to the restroom before we signed in, and as it was a one person one instead of a multi person one, as I waited for Dad to come out I nonchalantly walked away, thinking he would take a long time. I walked down a hallway, saw a little shower place, and an arcade still under construction. I also walked far enough to see something which filled me with giddiness and regret at the same time. It was an inside water park complete with a long high slide and a big pool, swarming with kids. I was giddy for the obvious reasons (I wanted to have fun in it!) and regretful because I knew we would only be staying one night at the cool place. I couldn't believe my eyes, and I was really wanting to look longer, but I heard Dad dry his hands with the air hand dryer. I quickly ran back right in the nick of time, and as I stopped Dad opened the door. Inside me I was yelling a cry of relief. "C0me on," Dad said un-suspiciously. (I mean, I later told him what happened.) "Let's check in.

We checked in, parked, hooked up, and then ate the chicken we had cooked the night before. I read a little of the autobiography of Mark Twain, and I also had a little soup. Then, I made my bed and went to sleep. It was an alright day.

I really can't think of a signature,

Andrew.