It’s been a long road — more than 2400 miles so far. We’re parked in a large, and crowded, camp west of Edmonton, AB. Tomorrow, we get to the start of the trip–the beginning of the Alaska Highway.

From Wisconsin, we drove across Minnesota, stopping in Fargo, ND to see some old friends from NJ. Who knew we knew people in Fargo, ND?

We camped in a city park on the banks of the Red River, one of the few rivers in North America that flows north. The bank was a little closer to the rig than designed — the river was in flood stage.

The next day it was on to Portage la Prairie, Canadian seat of the Bell clan. But apparently none still in residence. Or at least we couldn’t find any.

From Fargo to Regina (Saskatchewan), the country was mostly dead flat.