Our local guide in North Dakota was named Ron Martin and he was a wonderful character. Ron had a business making injection molded engine parts but you could tell his heart was in birding. While Ron was soft-spoken and very low-key you could tell he was very excited to have us there to show around‚Äîlike a man in the desert that has just found an oasis.
Ron actually saved my trip. Early on, the SI joint in my lower back had tightened up causing me some discomfort. By the time we got to Minot I was Googling the local chiropractors but was stymied by the Memorial Day holiday weekend. I asked Ron if he had any chiropractor friends. He thought quietly for a moment and said, ‚"Let me take a shot at it."
Ron picked me up from behind with my arms folded over my chest, gave me a shake, and fixed my back.