Spent nearly three hours at the bike shop but the mechanic got the freewheel all the way off, which the guy in Cranbrook thought couldn't be done. Till I visited the second shop to check for bike tires and got something to drink, it was after five. No campgrounds for some distance east so I stopped at the state park just over the bridge into Minnesota. The attendant who checked me in is studying accounting at UND.
Grand Forks is an insane sprawling mass of a city... endless business strips and four-lane avenues. Nice downtown district though. Part of it's closed tonight for a street fair, which I rode past. Someone told me it's a Prince tribute, which is odd because I've heard absolutely no Prince played... rather a mix of '80s and '90s stuff including Green Day, Twisted Sister, and Guns 'n Roses. It's still going strong, clearly.
Had to ask again to borrow a hammer to drive the stakes into the sandy soil. The guy invited me back for hamburgers. I have been such a bad vegetarian on this trip. Food in front of me, I eat.
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