That was the gist of our trip home. Hundreds of miles of road construction and so-called “rush hour” traffic in Minneapolis (a misnomer if there ever was one).

And bugs. Lots and lots of bugs smashed into my windshield. It sounded like rain from almost the moment we arrived in North Dakota until we got home. No amount of windshield wiper fluid could keep up.

Methinks I might fly next time…

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