This morning started right on time. Alarm off, us up! Awesome. Sluggishly dragging ourselves down for breakfast, I raised an eyebrow to Joe going in just his socks…pretty sure you aren’t at home, buddy. An old lady got in the lift and must of agreed Joe was getting too homely as she offered to make us breakfast herself. Um, thanks? Despite being right on time, we somehow managed to gorge on breakfast and leave an hour later than planned…Oops, where does the time go?
It was another long day of quiet highways along the open plains. At least today we got to see the terrain change drastically twice.
The Jopinion Page: "Dakota Building"
Two states in two days. Not bad. If we kept up this pace, we could be done a month early. Alas, the last 48 hours hasn't been us 'jumping the gun'. On the contrary. We know that we're in a matathon and not a sprint. It's simply been a case of The Dakotas doing what they do best: nothing.
Don't get me wrong, we've pulled into the edge of the Black Hills tonight and I do like THIS area alot -- but getting to this point (some 700 miles from home), has been hard.
There isn't alot to say about North Dakota. South Dakota has so much more to offer (and it seems to know it). To look at a map of America, South Dakota confidently sits there, not appearing to bend or strain under North Dakota's oppresive weight. One glance at our Rand McNally Atlas, and it's clear that South Dakota relishes in this power. The State seems to hold up it's northern brother, taking in it's southern traveling tourists (like us) and apologizing on their behalf. Like Dennis Quaid looking upon Randy and shaking his head in shame while smiling, South Dakota seems to love North Dakota--yet knows full well that people usually only go there while heading to the Black Hills.
Long thought short: the two states feel like one. One, godforsaken field that takes days to cross. But if it was alright by the Indian's, it's alright by me. I just wish the Wall Drug billboards would blow down already. These signs line the Interstate, promising more entertainment than an advert for 'Glee'...but like 'Glee', Wall Drug does nothing but disappoint and slightly repulse.
Coming into The foothills tonight was a bit more interesting. South Dakota is starting to show us why it's worth visiting. The jagged horizon of the Black Hills started to cut through the treeless, brown fields as we got to the hotel. Topographically speaking, tomorrow should have a lot of ups-and-downs. All I have to say to that is: 'Thank God'. It was hard to tell today if the car was even moving at times. Every time I looked out the window, I saw the same thing. Between Mitchell, SD and Rapid City, the face of South Dakota is that of your average middle-class, American teen: golden tan in color and peppered with round bails of hay. The agricultural pimples that grow larger and more frequent the greasier the food gets along I-90. Speaking of which: dinner tonight at Arby's was a terrible idea. I won't do that again. I ate too much. Sioux-y, Sioux-y!
Now it's time for a quick nights sleep and then it's off to Mount Rushmore and all that hullabaloo. The bed looks comfy and the sheets look measle-free so I guess I can't complain...but I will anyway.
Joe's complaint of the day: 'Damn it's dry and windy here. I'm wasting my Chapstick!