Crossing the Continental Divide
- Sharine Borslien
- Jul 27, 2021
- 2 min read
We had a reservation at the KOA in Bismarck, North Dakota for Sunday, July 25. I'll be honest: It was nothing amazing. We did have a pull-through site, which was very nice, and lots of trees to shade us from the brutal sun. Also, the guys who guided us to our site were very friendly, with maybe a little too much other their personal information shared, haha. The office staff were lackluster, and unfortunately of no help when it came to setting up Wi-Fi. I guess it was a day to disconnect (or, use more of our phone data, shall I say).
We went to a local market to stock up one essentials, and some treats, then headed back to the campsite to make dinner. Anyway, there was no time for me to take photos; I was slamming busy until bedtime! Life on the road makes different demands, but our
The next morning, on our drive over the I-94, we crossed the Continental Divide of the Americas. I had totally forgotten my grade school geography, so I went to Wikipedia to help jog my memory. The Continental Divide is a big geo-deal, and I'll never forget it now that I have experienced it on a personal level:
This just goes to show how book knowledge does not compare to personal experience! Also, it makes sense why the East and the West differ overall in climate, hydrology, and geography. I highly recommend the drive.
We stopped several times along the way through North Dakota, but not just for fuel; we actually took a scenic break. It was at the Theodore Roosevelt National Park rest stop off the I-94. Wow. The terrain had changed again to a distinct layered geography and desert-like landscape.
Here is the official sign:
Yesterday, we also crossed over into the great state of Minnesota, and yep, I've got a photo of the sign to prove it in the next post.
Sending you all much love as Ron and Nilla and I carve our path of freedom and adventure! See you here for the next story!
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