South Dakota is like Hoth: flattish, windswept, covered in snow, the people are friendly and not fond of the government, you know you wouldn't make it through one night outside, and everyone rides around on giant kangaroo-goat things.
376 miles today. I waited to leave Wall in hopes that the fog would let up, and eventually I just gave up and drove anyway. It was 100 solid miles of pea soup before I could see more than a few yards ahead of me.
At Wall Drug I ran into a family moving from Massachusetts to Washington! Crazy.
Today was honestly really boring. There's not much to do in eastern South Dakota, and if there was anything, I didn't do it.
I passed the halfway mark today. The accents went from "yeehaw, pardner" to "oh ya, you betcha" and the radio stations went from K to W.
A recurrent experience on this trip is debating with motel clerks whether my guinea pigs constitute "a dog."
I am so enjoying this travelogue across the U.S. It's perfect.
ReplyDeleteI'm imagining your guinea pig debates as going a bit like this: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0752252/quotes?qt0281978
ReplyDelete(I'm not gonna quote the whole thing here, for space reasons.)