The Recovery Coordination Center, run by your favorite non-profit All Hands, has moved from into the Public Library as the Municipal Auditorium is now home to Ramstad School, which was flooded. The room we have, whilst very well appointed, has no windows and so from time to time those of us who spend most of our time tapping away and making things happen behind closed doors, we get a little restless. We need a glimpse of the sun and the wind waving the stalks of grass and corn on the prairies.
A couple of days ago, after spending another glorious day in the bowels of the library with only i-tunes and each other for company we decided to make a detour on the way home and check out the region’s most famous ice cream-based dessert – the whirley whip. We sped down the high way, getting our fill of the endless prairie en route and arrived in a very quiet seeming Stanley – home of the aforementioned whirley whip. It was Saturday afternoon, 5pm, warm and sunny. Perfect whirly whip weather you might think. But no. The place was closed.
Not a team to leave it at that we spied another eaterie across the road and set off with determination. Nope. Also closed. The third and final attempt produced the pictured hilarity. Small town North Dakota shuts up shop early apparently. Even on Saturdays. You have been warned.