Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Back from Minot

I finally made it back from tent city in Minot. I had no clue this small North Dakota town even existed when I got sent there for a disaster relief mission almost a month ago, so I’m expecting, that like me, everything you knew about the Dakotas you learned from Fargo.

To keep you from having to Google or Wikipedia Minot, I’ve compiled a quick and dirty rundown of this country town located in the Souris River Valley:

Devastating floods hit Minot this summer, and created an impressive amount of debris (and made for some even more disastrous sewage backup).



50mph winds can do work on a canvas tent while you’re trying to sleep through a symphony of snores from the Over 50 Singing 100. Just ask a local to tell you the terrible “why it’s windy in North Dakota joke”.

Minot State University is the only college that can get away with having a beaver and a red rocket on the same homecoming week poster.

The only source of entertainment is Bingo, and it’s not just reserved for the senior citizens Sunday school class.

Breakfast buffets, Chinese buffets, country cookin’ buffets, hell any buffet, North Dakotans love buffets, which leads me to number my next observation.

Sasquatch sitings in the Dakotas can be attributed to the burly, Scandinavian women of Minot. My first day, The Harry and the Hendersons phenomenon was first revealed to me by Minot’s own City Engineer- “What do you call a hot girl in Minot?.... a tourist”.

The ride from Minot to the Candian border makes for some pretty incredible views.




Canadians are actually more pleasant than Terrance and Phillip, and usher you right on in to their country for a visit (aye). Getting back through U.S. Customs without a passport is exponentially less joyous. After one hour, 12 phone calls, and an interrogation by a Kindergarten Cop, we were finally allowed back in to the States.

If you can’t tell, I was ready to return to some normalcy, if you can even call New Orleans that (at least here, I’ve got a hot shower and a warm bed). I’ve been deprived of festivals, live music, good food, and even cooking for over a month, so be on the lookout for some good things to come over the next few weeks (especially since New Orleans on Tap Beer Festival over at City Park is this weekend). Hopefully, in between all of my catching up, I can finally get this Bovina Brewing project off the ground, aye.