Monday, August 25, 2025 Moving On

 

Monday, August 25, 2025 Moving On

Psst, human…  can you hear my purr box?  I am cold.  Human, wake up so you can let me snuggle with you.  Purrrr…  feel my paw?  I knew it would work!

Another cold morning, in the low 40s.  A fog hangs over the lake, with the sun shining above the fog.  I walked solo this morning, and head through the campground, and across the highway where I found a fishermans’s trail.  (I know this as there was a sign that said ‘Fisherman’s Trail!).  I walked down the dirt road – not a soul in sight.  The trail took me down to the water, which is actually quite warm.  The have picnic tables and bathrooms.  We have been watching the fish jumping from our campsite, so we know they are in there.  (Spouse’s fishing pole is resting comfortably in Artie’s garage…  I am so glad he brought it…). 

I have been testing my inner Sacajawea here.  In our campsite, is a tree with some berries on it.  We tested one.  Kind of sweet and sour with a pit.  I found a tree near the fishing trail with some type of fruit on it.   It looked like an apple, but the size of a grape, and it has a pit.  It was kind of sweet.  But not knowing if these fruits were going to kill me, I limited myself to just a taste.  Across the lake is the Sioux reservation.  I am sure they would know how to use these fruits.

We readied Artie for departure.  It is 10am, the lake is TOTALLY glassed out and there is not one boat out there.  As a water skier, I am totally whining.

We took hwy. 1804 south through the breathtaking farm country till near Mobridge, then turned east on 12, which took us to 83.  Hwy 83 is a bit wider, and has room to pull over, but not a lot of commerce.  More agriculture all the way to the capital city of Pierre.  The highway has no offramps.  It just deposits you in a residential area, and you navigate surface streets till you can pick up the highway again.  We stopped for lunch and fuel, then headed down hwy. 83.  This is prairie land.  A little farming, but mainly just open prairie.  At I90, we headed west.  We are heading to Rapid City, probably with a detour through the badlands.  Not sure about internet access along the way.  We shall see.

Did you hear that?  That was us crossing over to mountain time.  We just gained an hour.  But we are tired, and stopped at an RV park in the town of Midland.  Technically it is in the town of Midland, but the reality is it is in the middle of nowhere!  But it works for us.  A river snakes behind the campground, and there is hardly anybody here. 

All through the great plains, there have been breezes and winds that are messing with my sinuses.  Or could it be malaria?  Dengue fever?  ACHOO!