Beloved and I took a trip Out West last week to spend some time with her siblings and watch the deer and the antelope play.
The trip through South Dakota on Interstate 90 is always an...uh...experience in itself.
You're driving by exits for towns with names like Reliance and Mudsludger...or, as often as not, you're driving by exits with no name at all. Seriously. There are several exit signs that just have the mile marker number and an arrow...and they lead to dirt roads. (True truth!)
And every 3.7 miles is a billboard advertising the amazing piece of Americana known as Wall Drug: home of free ice water, five-cent cups of coffee, and $47 bags of authentic jackalope pellets.
There are animatronic-wannabe mannequins lip-syncing to The Sons of the Pioneers, wall after wall of framed newspaper and magazine articles about Wall Drug, and an endless selection of pop guns, shot glasses, shirts, hats, porcelain dinosaurs, and wooden puzzles emblazoned with Wall Drug, Wall, S.D.
But wait! Let us not forget the fiberglass photo opportunities:
Several years ago, we stopped in Wall on our way back from Wyoming... with a chair strapped to the roof of our minivan.
Didn't feel out of place. At. All.