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| All we smelled were petrol roses today. |
A half day (12 hours) of driving found us 658 miles closer to home, our ponies lathered and wet, but because we slept in the comfort of a soft bed surrounded by four fluffy pillows, and the pleasing wisp of air-conditoning, we're feeling surprisingly refreshed. We didn't smell any roses today, but we admired the landscape as it whizzed by us. We did manage a few calisthenics at rest stops, a couple of deep knee bends while gassing up, and we even had an impromptu break when a couple of lookie lou's we met at a gas station toured Frac. About our age and like many Boomers, they're deciding whether to hit the road or stay home. You all can guess how we feel, and ever the shy one, I opined, "Start immediately!" Other than that, we stopped just once for a late lunch in Chamberlain, SD. We ate at the number one spot (The Anchor Grill). We shared a Rueben with sweet potato fries on the side. The tender, homemade corn beef added to the well prepared nature of the sandwich. In short, it was good. From there we crossed the Missouri River on the way back to I-90. Chamberlain is where Lewis and Clark camped. They called the place Camp Pleasant. I can see why. It's a wide, not too swift section of the river with shallow water and an easily accessible beach. Besides, it's the only water within miles. The rest is part of the amber waves of grain, or so it goes in the song. We arrived in Rapid City about 5:30 local time. We had planned to begin our cleansing diet with a chef salad for dinner, but as grace would have, the number one burger joint in town was a mere quarter mile walk across the parking lot from Cabela's, which is our camp site for the night. Rod Franz, a man who appreciates a bargain, would like the price: free, no coupons needed. For our dinner at Sickies Garage, we shared a classic burger made with Wagyu beef and a side of fresh cut, lightly fried potato chip sprinkled with a little sea salt. It may be the best burger I've ever eaten. Afterwards, I left the Cager hanging in the stink hole, but I did give her a little kiss and wished her better luck next time. In short, even with four live horses for neighbors, the dull roar of I-90 nearby, and the hard scrabble of our asphalt campsite, we're positively certain that life is good, especially today.
Selfie of the day: Look, Mom, no hands!
Crossing the Missouri River.
A view from the bridge.
The Black Hills in the distance.
We've decided to make it home by July 3. Which means our view tomorrow will look much like this.
Our equine neighbors, and how accommodating is Cabella's when they allow people to turn a rock filled parking island into a makeshift corral? Wow!
Who needs a Walmart when a Cabela lot is available.
As an added bonus, the number one burger joint in Rapid City is a mere 1/4 mile away.
Wagyu beef, American cheese, toasted sesame bun, iceburg lettuce, and tomato.
Fresh made chips. We chose sea salt, but they had cajun, house blend, and a few other options.
So close, yet so far away.
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