The Trek Back West

No road trip across America is complete without a stop in… Fargo? Ok I will be honest, I kind of thought our stop in Fargo was going to be one of my least memorable because, come on, its Fargo! Well I was wrong.

Our main purpose for stopping in Fargo was to see one of Celsey’s best friends in the world, Joy, and her husband Nathaniel. But I also learned two interesting facts about Fargo while we where there. 1) Fargonians drink more alcohol per capita that ANY other city in the U.S. (I was told that’s because there is nothing else to do there in the winter!) And 2) They have quite possibly the grouchiest library staff anywhere!

Most of our time was spent just sitting around a table and catching up on one another lives and telling stories as we hadn’t seen each other since Cels and I got married. It was a long overdue reunion and my wife just glowed as she soaked up every precious minute we all had together.

Since both Joy and Nathaniel have jobs, Cels and I decided we would fill our day with a trip to the library to get caught up on all sorts of boring stuff like bills, blogs, our plans for the next few weeks ect. A very important part of all of that is access to the internet, and therefore a computer. Luckily (or so we thought) Fargo just built a huge new library. It was in fantastic shape but best of all there were two rooms of computers, totaling somewhere around sixty computers. Unfortunately, since we weren’t Fargonians, they restricted our use to 30 minutes each. Now the 30 minute restriction is nothing new to public libraries, most places use it as a way to make sure 1 person doesn’t hog a computer all day, while someone else was waiting. So when my thirty minutes were up I walked back to the librarian to inquire about re-upping my minutes, on account that there were a grand total of 9 people in the whole library at 1pm on a Thursday. I was denied. Seriously. There were easily fifty open computers to be used and no one would grant me access to use them! I couldn’t believe it.

Our second night in town we decided to take a trip “downtown” to walk the streets and try and catch some live music. We stumbled upon one of our greatest lucky finds of the trip: a vintage car rally. I don’t want to exaggerate but I would guess there were somewhere in the neighborhood of 250 gorgeous classic cars. It was like Tim the tool man Taylor’s heaven. Everywhere you looked there was another pristine hotrod or old truck. I am not even that big of a car fan and I was like a kid in a candy store.

All in all it was a great visit. Great friends. Great cars. Great time. Maybe every trip across America should have a stop in Fargo!