We made it to Fargo by the middle of the afternoon. There are three dams in the Fargo area. We had to cross one before we entered the city. The access was total mud and the portage trail was the same, so by the time we reached our destination, we were filthy once again, plus our canoe had gained about 100 pounds of sticky clay on the bottom. We intended to camp at the Lindenwood Campground which is right on the water and which looked extremely inviting to us as we approached. Nice green grass, water hydrants, and a dry road.However, although none of the water sites were occupied, we were not allowed to camp there because it was too muddy. I told the lady we were well accustomed to camping in mud, but she would not budge. The Debs decided to get a hotel, and my high school friend Julie C appeared like an angel and drove us around Fargo, filthy as we were. I met up with am old teacher friend and also visited my uncle in the hospital. Julie allowed me to sleep in her lovely guest room, but I had a hard time falling asleep because of all the wood ticks I was pulling off. We stashed the canoe in some bushes and hope that it is still there this morning.