At 4:30 this morning a huge thunderstorm came through. It was the worst storm I've been through so far. I think if winds were blowing any harder the rig would have blown over. I could actually feel it rising into the air. It never really got airborne, but was straining at the limits of the suspension. The storm was traveling at 65 mph. That's the speed of the storm. The winds gusted to higher speeds.It was a scary experience and the worst of the storm took about an hour to pass through. Then the trailing edge came through and the winds briefly took up again. Emily was terrified and was all over the trailer. It was a scary experience. This day was to be move day, but with the storm delay, it was clear we would not be traveling today.
Yesterday was a hot one. But there was a breeze and the humidity was down, so it didn't feel as bad as it was supposed to. I got the itch to do something so I took a trip to an old farming homestead. The last of the settlers' family died a few years ago and donated the estate to the county. The place is slowly becoming a museum.
I made it out to the farm in the early afternoon. It was farther in the boondocks than I estimated and I made a wrong turn on a gravel county road that sent me eventually in the wrong direction. There are signs to direct you, but they are not on all the intersections. They are kind of spottily situated here and there.
The farm was owned by Olof Swennsen and he built all the buildings himself, with the help of his wife. He immigrated from Norway in the 1840's and was quite a guy. With a name like Olof Swennsen, what would his nickname be, Oly or Sven? There was a hand written sign at the locked gate when I got there that read; "Open Sundays 1 to 4".
I parked at the gate and walked the dirt road to the farm. The barn is supposed to have some sort of unique architecture in the way it was built to withstand the prairie winds. After this morning's experience I couldn't doubt it. The barn was open but it was so dark in there that I opted not to go in.

After a brief tour I headed back to the car. I noticed the family cemetery not far from where I parked. According to the headstone dates, most of the Swennsen children did not make it beyond 12 years old. Only two out of eight made it to a ripe old age. The headstones were made by Olof. I read that the molds used to cast them are still stored in the basement of the house.
On my way back, I took a different route and drove through the small town of Montevideo. In the center of town the old railroad buildings were being restored and the were some interesting things to see. For a little railroad trivia, do you know what the "sand house" was used for?
The sand house contained processed sand that was loaded onto the trains. When more traction was needed, sand would be distributed on the rails immediately in front of the drive wheels to keep them from slipping.
That's it for today. Tomorrow I'll be moving into North Dakota.















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