My move from TX to WA could have taken one of several routes. After figuring that driving through Denver proper with nothing but booze, guns, and underwear might not be the best idea, the weather looked to be good enough to drive straight north from Dallas into South Dakota. I promise there’s a method to the madness: when would I ever be in a position to go to South Dakota, and able to see Badlands National Park, Mount Rushmore, and then maybe hit Devil’s Tower in Wyoming on the way out?
Intimidating, right? I mean, 41 hours in a car on mostly state routes is pretty ambitious, if you ask me. There was a lot of nothing for a while, though the sunsets got progressively prettier (and harder to drive in).
And yes, it does say 41 hours, which is a really long effing time, but I was able to be a little productive in the form of knitting a sweater for my cousin’s baby.
Otherwise, it was a big flock of nothing. Except for major concentration, because of course, no adventure would be complete without some inclement weather. It rained so hard on the first three hours of the drive that I thought I was going to be swept away in a flood. The only bonus was the double rainbow when I finally got into Oklahoma.
South Dakota was calling me, so I didn’t have much time to check out Kansas and Nebraska, but it’s ok. It mainly looked like this in the morning, which wasn’t too shabby, but at the same time it was EARLY. Like 5:30 am early.
I know I complain about the drive, and the empty road, and the terrible hours in the car with fast food and nothing great. However, the open road is magical, and while my bitching about the lack of scenery was frequent, I did take a break once in a while to admire the future in front of me.