We had pizza and met Bristol, a loving Golden Doodle. The bartender explained that campers needed to just pull up along the roadside and plug into the receptacles on the shelter, but they were only 15 amps. That wouldn't work for us. We pinpointed three likely prospects in Watford City, 30 or 40 miles to the north.
Fortunately, she was wrong. A half-mile down the road was a small campground at the Watford City Park. There are full hookups, picnic tables, and grills. The sites are fairly level and there were plenty of empty spaces. We set up, and after a pleasant supper, celebrated the lovely evening and almost full moon with a little entertainment from our own itinerant guitar player, Ken, Harriet remedied the lack of a campfire by decorating a post with lights.