Sunset At the Scariest Little Campground: Fargo, ND

(Photo taken through the screen vent in my tent as I was too cowardly to go outside the tent after dark).



I did not sleep very well this night. It was the only dry campground in town and was located in between a railway, a grain mill and a bunch of strip bars. It stunk like the industrial end of town, there was an itinerant giving me the evil eye four camp sites down and I'm pretty sure a mobile meth lab pulled up at 2 in the morning and headed out about 4:30. Every little gust of wind that rustled the rain flap on my tent startled me from my trouble slumber and I fully expected each and every time to wake up to the image of a man with a hook for a hand unzipping the door of my tent. Thank you over-active imagination and children's ghost stories of old. The two of you made great bed fellows last night.