A World Record...

On Friday, I took off for Moorhead to see my friend, Suz. We hadn't seen each other since last fall in Branson, so I was really anxious to catch up. On Friday night we went out for drinks at an old (restored) hotel in downtown Fargo and then on to dinner at an Italian restaurant. We talked nonstop about everything under the sun! When we got home, Suz shared pictures of her daughter, Jessica's wedding and her trip to The Holy Land - definitely a place on my list of must see.


Saturday, Jessica joined Suz and I on a trip to Casselton, North Dakota. This is the view as you drive into town.Now this was a very special day in the little town; they were going to try to break a world record for the largest number of fire trucks in a parade...

But first, there was a regular small town parade with a very small Honor Guard, very big pieces of farm equipment,

horses, and kids, waiting impatiently for candy to be thrown.

Then, it was time for the big event... But, the wait was long, so we occupied ourselves at the local winery! (Hey, Debbie, I bought a bottle of wine commemorating the event. I will try and save it till we get together.) Then it was finally time... The hometown truck started the procession...

followed by trucks from all over the area and of all shapes and sizes...

They were all greeted warmly.

Some had seen their better days.

The parade stretched as far as the eye could see.

Yes, they broke the Guinness Book of World Records (in spite of the downpour) with 180 fire trucks in one parade - the old record was 159. I am told that one came from Oklahoma and that several were from MN and SD.

After stopping for lunch in another small ND town, we posed for a picture at her home, (hairdos attest to the rain)

and then it was time for me to head to our north woods home. It was a short visit, but great fun and I hope we can do it again, soon.