August 26,
2017
I had to be
in the little house that moves a lot today.
I can totally fit between my humans, but I like to stretch out, then
play with stuff my humans have near me.
And then I fall asleep. My humans
pet me so all is good.
I did my
normal walk today, then it was back to the road. We readied Hannah, then said goodbye to
Mystery Mountain Campground. It was
actually a good location for us. It
cannot handle a whole lot of large RVs, but it worked perfectly for us. I loved the woodsy character. Other RV parks we saw had few trees and were
quite crowded.
Our GPS
(Samantha) and I have had some disagreements on things. I have had to slap her around some, but she
is good in a pinch. But, I always have a
map on my lap. Today we are headed to
Wounded Knee where we massacred a whole lot of Indians for basically no
reason. Boy, we were cruel.
The roads
switch from rolling hills and woods, to rolling plains. We cut through some of the Badlands and its
rocky formations and prairie dog towns.
Then back to beautiful rolling hills.
An occasional canyon sunflower springs on the side of the road, as does
a cottonwood tree here and there. There
really isn’t much to the site but a sign that tells the story.
Here’s where
things get fuzzy…. The map says the rte is 27, but the signs on the road say
something different. Really? We had to trust Samantha as she took us out
of South Dakota and into Nebraska towards the town of Gordon. The rolling hills are green with swaths of
canyon sunflowers swirling through. It
is gorgeous.
The town of
Gordon is about to dry up and blow away.
Rows of tiny houses are in desperate need of a lawn mower and weed
whacker. There is not much in the town. We turn west on 20 and head to Chadron. Rolling plains and farms line the road. Here is the heartland of our country. These farms feed us. These are some real heroes in our
country. Corn and beautiful rows of
sunflowers with the sunny smiley faces line the road.
Chadron is a
decent size town, big enough for a Walmart.
We take 385 south through Alliance, settling in Bridgeport for the
night. We found a state recreational
area… a lake, with all sorts of boats and we didn’t see one skier. Tons of inner tubes and jet skis… Way too many things on the water. I guess that is a good thing so I won’t spazz
out wanting to ski!
This is an
interesting place. The campsites are ill
defined; you pretty much park where you like as long as there is a picnic
table. It is warm, but we found a shaded
spot on the lake on a Saturday night.
Lots to watch. Rudy liked
it. I didn’t like the flies though… And I am not sure if the trains will be a
problem… we shall see…
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