The hand of Mary and that good ole Wishek sausage in the pan. I can report it did taste good. One thing stands out from our day trip to Wishek, Strasburg, and Linton: the dry brown color on the prairie as you look out from the car window. Granted, it's a bit early, but there was not a hint of green.
Saturday, April 24, 2021
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