Okay, it’s Sunday the 29th, and we’re still (just barely) east of the 100th Meridian, currently eating lunch in a WiFi-enabled McDonalds in the town of Winner, SD. On Friday night, we made it as far as Niobrara State Park in Nebraska, and we liked it so much we decided to stay two nights. Andrew’s first (and second) night in a tent went just fine. I’ll post more later and include some pics, but for now we’ll continue our covered-wagon pace toward the Badlands. I’m thinking we’ll hotel it tonight . . . Daddy needs a break.
Side note on Winner, SD: my family stopped for the night here on a cross-country trip back when I was in high school. The motel sits just as I remember it on the west side of town and doesn’t appear to have changed at all in the 20-plus years since we came through. Anyway, I remember standing in the motel’s parking lot under perfectly clear skies when the town’s tornado warning sirens all started to sound in what was probably a perfectly innocuous test. My dad’s off-hand comment: “That means the Soviet ICBM’s will be here in thirty minutes.” Given that this was Minuteman silo country, his comment spooked the bejeezus out of me. He probably never knew that.