Jesus Has Low Standards

Back at the Sweet Memories Ice Cream Parlor this morning we enjoyed some of Leona Knutson's egg bake, huckleberry bread, and cinnamon rolls for breakfast. I used the rest room before we left.

Over the sink is a mirror etched with the saying, "This is the face of someone Jesus loves."

Looking at the reflection of my sunburned, road ravaged, unshaven face I thought, "Jesus has low standards."

There may be a sermon in that.

This morning's tailwind turned against us this afternoon. It was a long 81 miles to Wolf Point. Trip total 1110 miles. Tomorrow we turn south.

About five miles from town, a familiar blue Metro tooted its horn as it went by. Our friend Joey stopped and took more pictures. He attended a rodeo in Canada yesterday and spent the night at the border, sleeping in his car. Apparently the border closes at 9:30 p.m.

By the way, BJ found his bandana. It wasn't stolen after all and I owe an apology to the birds of Havre, MT.

We took a room for the night again. It will be good to sleep indoors in a real bed.

I talked with Melanie for a while. I miss her.