We’re homebound much of the week, but once in awhile we venture forth to the country. Since lately I’ve been interested in Major Buttz of the ghost town Buttzville, we decided to drive through there again. Heading west through Sheldon we hit the north-south Enderlin road. Turning on it we drove five miles south on a terrible road. Mary said they need a county commissioner living here. Not expecting much when we pulled into Buttzville, we stopped to snap a picture of what looked like it was the only old building left, an old house which looked to be nice in its day. Modern grain bins were present and a nice farmstead sat across the road. That’s all there was to the old town which one time held a couple businesses and homes.
Before winter sets in we wanted to stand on the Standing Rock hilltop again and view the countryside from which a glacier pushed up the dirt comprising this hill. We couldn’t quite hear voices on the wind but imagined the ceremonies and sacrifices conducted on this site. It can be found only a few miles west of Enderlin on Highway 46. It makes for a good experience for those who possess good imaginations and love of the history of the area.
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