At Home on the Range...

The morning dawned perfectly across the eastern sky. A coverlet of fog hung gracefully in the orchard. She wondered at the beauty of it, inhaling a lungful of fresh air, and reveling in the warmth of the new day.
“CHARLIE!!!NOOO!” she yelled franticly and the sound echoed across the blissful plain. The stench hit her like a mandrel in the face. Bird. Dead. For days. Her beautiful dog was grinding the new found country smells far into her long glossy fur. To the dog it was heaven, but it smelled like the infernal regions. Charlie was so far deep in her glorious find that the dog was insensible to any reprimand. She MUST finish. It was far too wonderful.
She yanked at the puppy, taking care to avoid the slimy bits. Grimacing into the newly annoying morning sun, she lugged the dog to the bathroom and to an impromptu bath. Stupid dog.

OK. Official Day one…
Driving is so much better when there is a constant supply of bathroom breaks. I love it.
We were driving most of the day and saw some great sights. Such as billboards. B is so resistant to their clever sales pitches. He is so strong…he didn’t fall for the “See Prairie Dogs for FREE” or “A Badlands MUST SEE! 6 ton Prairie Dog” or even “Come See the 10 ton Log” I admire him.
We did stop at Wall Drug. This is mainly where South Dakota gains it’s fame. We partook of the free ice water and bought key chains, as is the custom. I also must note that the homemade ice cream cones were to die for.
We’ve seen buffalo (roaming) deer and antelope (playing). It’s been a good day.