THANKSGIVING AT THE BEACH

The title and photo are just a little bit misleading. It is Thanksgiving and we are at Beach, but not the beach, with sand between our toes and the soft caressing waves of the ocean lapping at our feet. No, we are in Beach, North Dakota right on the border of North Dakota and Montana. We awoke early as always, seems our bodies are on permanent eastern time and started our trek westward. There was a light fluffy snow falling as we left Fargo and as Craig had promised me, we started listening to Christmas music. I'm sure he regretted that decision about two hours into our drive to our Thanksgiving feast.


Our timing couldn't have been better as we pulled into the mostly empty lot right at 12 noon. I counted about 20 trucks parked and a steady flow coming and going from the fuel island. The majority of the truckers we saw going into the building were headed for the showers. That little chore we took care of the night before, so off we headed toward our feast that awaited us.


The dining room had two types of people, those who were traveling with family and stopping for a meal and the truck drivers who were scattered about by themselves at tables and booths. Craig and I enjoyed a rather nice buffet, but as Craig said "It's not as good as home made, but good none the less".


After the last fork full of pumpkin pie and as with every Thanksgiving dinner, eating more than we should have, we headed out to our truck. Back on the Interstate and it looked as if we had the road all to ourselves as the temperature stayed hovering at about 25 degrees. The snow along the roadway got more plentiful as we got further into Montana. As the sun set we pulled into Billings, MT for the evening, our stomachs full and thankful for all the blessings in our lives.