Rocky Mountain spotted fever isn't so bad I guess.
Mostly because it seems like I didn't get it, and other non-sequiturs.
The camping trip started with a mid-route stop in Carrington, North Dakota, a town much different from the massive geomagnetic event of the same name in 1859. One of the Freedom 250 trucks was parked there, and Gilbert Stuart’s portrait of George came alive and spoke to me.
If a truck full of freedom rolls into a town near you, you should go.
After wander…