My parents came to visit from out of state this past weekend.  During their too-brief stay, Dad did one thing he truly loves most to do:  he took long drives out in the country admiring North Dakota’s beautiful farmland. 

Every time he walked back into the house, he was grinning, and every time, he offered North Dakota his traditional top-honor phrase of praise.  

 ”Lotsa country out there,” he said.

I have to agree.  And there’s nothing to get in the way of North Dakota’s sunsets.

Or moonrises.