Picture yourself: driving through the fields of North Dakota, for miles and miles on end. Nothing to see but endless expanses of farmland … the occasional mailbox … a random abandoned tractor here and there. You’re yawning and biting the inside of your cheek hard to stay...
(Everyone sing along) “Oh, give me a home … where the buffalo roam …” Our current rolling home was nestled RIGHT where the buffalo roam! We had a “Bully Good Time” (to quote the man himself) at Theodore Roosevelt National Park, the New York Times’...