I don’t remember why I ended up near Dickinson either.
Except that I saw myself as some sort of wayfarer back then.
But it was snowy enough for me to go lie in the ditch in order to cool off, which suggests weather might have been a factor.
My folks were over north near Williston, my red-headed fireball was east to GF.
I also remember that a friend of mine, now passed, had cautioned that Wyoming at night was as big as Jupiter.
Who knows where the roads (and Larry King) took me that night.
There wasn’t any mapquest back then, to be sure.