Well, I made a decision at 8 am CT, sitting on the East bank of the Missouri River...actually sitting on a bench at the Super 8 Motel, near the East bank, in Chamberlain, South Dakota. The decision was to take a break and fly home to weather the storm with Frances (and Jazz). I have been gone enough in my career, leaving Frances to handle the snow, hurricanes, etc., etc.; so I am home. And, what better use of my 2.5 million miles with United than to fly round trip from South Dakota.
When the ride resumes, I will try to patch together a visit to Milwaukee and Canada...and of course, Cooperstown, NY, and the Baseball Hall of Fame. It really has been an adventure, and catching up with Friends like Paul, and Beth and Vern and Karen and Paul and Linda and on and on...is fabuloso!
Ok, one more anecdotal story. Traveling across Wyoming and South Dakota, there is abundant land, most of which is untouched. The small towns that litter the roads, population under 250. A few of them, more than I would like to see, have disappeared with bordered windows, and closed up service stations. The ones that are surviving, like WALL, have something that is the magnet, the attraction: the WALL drug store, dude ranch, saddle store, free coffee for vets, or something.
There are miles of barren land, interrupted periodically with a series of road side signs hawking the the special attraction. I stopped at many, just to see what it was. Today, as I was speeding to Sioux Falls, some 140 miles to the east, I saw two signs over and over that were...well, bipolar somewhat. One advertised UNUSUAL RHINOS FROM AFRICA, and the other said OLIVIA'S ADULT SUPERSTORE. Both were in the same small, population 175, town...pitching both sides of the libido. Very weird....maybe too much time alone in my helmet.
Oh, well, many more miles before I sleep...more later.
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