North Dakota to be precise.

Or to be ‘pacific’, as my idols, Kath and Kim might say.

Well actually t’was Fargo.

Today we decided to head north west so we could visit MoD’s stepmum Sylvia and stepsister Kelly.

They couldn’t come to the wedding.

Sylvia is about to turn 91 and being a 4-5 hour drive, in potential snow, in a mini, well it was a bit risky.

Totally get that.

I admit to feeling a little anxious driving in the snow conditions even though MoD keeps referring to the rented Jeep and all its bells and whistles.

Such as Snow, Sand, Mud and Rock.

Not convinced MoD.

I mean along the road there are signs that state ‘Slid off the road? Stay inside to stay alive’.

That says it all really.

And of course, the further north we got the more snow we saw – which was rather cool for this Aussie.

I have obviously seen snow in the snow fields in Victoria as previously noted, but to see it spread across the land like that.

Still gobsmacked.

Every time we stopped at a Rest Spot – and there are heaps of them; travellers are well catered for – I felt obliged to take a photo. Or anywhere along the road for that matter.

Got to Fargo in good time for a visit with Sylvia and a show of wedding photos before we headed off for tea.

Sorry I meant supper.

Sylvia lives in an apartment complex.

It was snowing when we arrived.

I wanted to play in it.

No time for that nonsense.

I originally thought that where Sylvia lived was a type of nursing home but not so.

Clearly an all ages, as noted by said ages of those coming and going whilst we stood at the front door trying desperately to remember what number she lived at (it’s in the 200’s).

It’s an apartment complex.

The first time we visited Sylvia there she was just shy of 90, and decided to take us for a tour.

And it is a complex, Sylvia lives on the second floor, there is a library and multi purpose room, hairdresser, cafe, rooms for Tai Chai and Bingo.

All that good stuff that makes up a community.

Sylvia doesn’t take the lift.

Walks right past it to take the stairs.

By my reckoning our tour was probably at least 1km.

Today, a week out from her 91st birthday, she still takes those stairs and a lot better than people half my age.

You go girl!!!

We headed out for tea to the Toasted Frog in downtown Fargo. That’s us.

Fargo really is a pretty little town. Mind you, not sure I could last a winter there.

After a really lovely meal (my God they do their vodka strong here), we dropped Sylvia off and headed off to Kelly’s to meet her new puppy.

We are both having withdrawals from not seeing the Princess (pictured here in case you forgot what a cutie she is). Photo courtesy of her other mummas who clearly bought her a scarf in our absence.

Little Beau, a ‘double doodle’ wasn’t sure about us for a start but soon warmed to having some new humans shower love on him.

That’s her, on me, kissing.

Don’t tell the Princess, she isn’t allowed to do that.

And then of course, it was bed time.

Before I go, I did learn something today.

Snow + Dirt = Snirt.

Everyone knows that.

Bruins, as in Boston Bruins, or the Carl Edmondson Bruins School in downtown Fargo – means a bear.

Everyone knows that.

Apparently.

Who knew Bruin is an English term for a bear.

Certainly not I.

Good night peeps.

Tomorrow is an ice hockey game. At a venue. In the night.

MoD is beside himself with excitement, probably won’t sleep.

I will.