Six hundred miles in driving rain and fog! Needless to say, we were so relieved to roll into Sioux Falls after ten hours of hard driving. This is what it looked like for the first hour or so:
Actually, it was often worse than this…especially when trucks and cars passed, splashing a spray of water that totally covered our windshield and made it impossible to see.
Can you see the horse far up on the hillside? Patti insisted it was a sculpture. I insisted it was a tree. We argued for minutes. It was a tree! Wish it had been clearer and I’d gotten a better picture.
There are 97 more pictures culled down from 300 or more that I took, but it is nearly 11 and Patti is already in bed and I know I’m disturbing her, even though I’m sealed up in the bathroom trying to post, so I’m going to try to find a few more pictures to post and I’ll leave them uploading overnight…Perhaps I can post them in the morning before we have to take off again.
600 miles with no cruise control!!!
I took dozens of photos of the windshield. Finally gave up trying to pick my favorite. Just eenie meenie minie moe!!!
This old bridge over the Missouri River near Chamberlain, S.D., figures prominently in one of my recurrent childhood and teenage nightmares. In it, I am driving over the bridge when the section of roadway in front of me falls away. When I think about turning around, the one behind me falls away and I’m trapped. To my knowledge, I stopped having this dream when I left home, but I remembered it again for the first time when I was 30.
Pastoral with hay bales and cow. I augmented the color to reflect the color it would have been without the fog and mist.
I’m actually sitting in the motel bathroom posting. My sister is fast asleep and i should be also. The 90 other pictures that escaped the delete button will have to wait for another day of fame…It’s bed for me, then another 1/2 day of driving tomorrow before we reach St. Paul. I’ll catch up on my blog reading one day soon. Sweet dreams or Good Morning to thee!!!
Our reward for our hard day’s drive was pizza and wine and homemade beef jerky with friends Mick and Marilyn. Lots of stories of growing up in Murdo traded between Mick and Patti and me . Marilyn put up with us!!!