In recent years I’ve been a frequent attendee at the Red River Valley Coin Club’s (RRVCC) annual winter shows in Fargo, N.D., a last weekend of January destination. It is always an active and enjoyable outing, though it has sometimes presented a bit of a travel challenge. I’ll always remember my first outing, back in the late 1960s or early 1970s, when it was hosted in the old Holiday Inn. I flew in on a North Central Airlines propjet Convair-440 aircraft, landing in a howling snowstorm, and hailing a taxi commanded by a driver with whom I could carry on a conversation, as he spoke flawless Midwestern English.
This year, and I believe on all intervening occasions, I drove to Fargo. It was 7 a.m. and dawn was breaking across the landscape on Friday morning when I steered the Audi onto Wis-54 about five miles from home. Picking up I-39 at Stevens Point, I headed north to Wausau where I picked up Wis-29 westbound past Eau Claire and Chippewa Falls to I-94 at Elk Mound. Crossing the St. Croix River at Hudson, with the sun never breaking through overcast
