Last July when we were looking for places to explore via our Jeep, my injured foot propped on the dashboard, we struck out on the backroads to check out some tucked away sections of the Theordore Roosevelt National Park in North Dakota.
I stared in agony at this sign. The three mile, moderate, out-and-back hike to see the petrified forest would normally have been a no-brainer, but with my foot still swollen and bruised, there was no way I could manage it. So I took a photo of the sign and resolved to come back another time.
The good news? Like so many plans gone wrong, we ended up having a completely different, unexpected, fun adventure. How else would we have discovered the tiny town of Beach?
Pretty quiet for a Saturday afternoon. Where were all of the town’s 1000 or so residents? Eventually we spotted many people at the community pool. But that didn’t account for what cost the town so much of its heart.
The town wasn’t just quiet, it was nearly deserted…
…except for this Northern Flicker:
This young Robin was a vibrant sign of life…
…and a sign in rocks on the side of a hill on the outskirts of town showed the determination of some residents to stay put over the long haul:
Of course, for us nomads, sitting on one piece of land for 67 years is unimaginable!