Packed up and loaded the truck early (6am) in order to be at breakfast at the H&H diner. The food was excellent, the staff was congenial, and everyone appeared anxious to begin the ride. 95 miles between here and our destination…
We continued to parallel Interstate 90 eastward for 20 miles before heading north for another 20. As for the scenery, well, what can I say???? Rolling hills, I mean REALLY ROLLING HILLS! South Dakota is not flat. When at the top of any of the hills we climbed you could see vast nothingness for miles. We’ve been told by several locals that due to a heavier than normal amount of rain things are much greener than normal.
Temperatures rose, the scenery didn’t change and still we rode on (like we had a choice). One interesting thing that Doug and I found was a sign that directed our attention to wagon wheel ruts that were still visible from the Deadwood stage coach trail – even after 140 years!
Arriving in Pierre, the state capital, we located the camp for the night (a city park along the Missouri River) and saw a sign warning us to beware of “homeless and panhandlers”. Not the welcoming we were hoping for… Many of us opted for a local hotel room; myself included.
(We are now in the Central Time Zone – I feel much more at home.)
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