This was our longest driving day of the trip. I'm not sure of the exact mileage, but over 700 miles to be sure. Add to that the time change of moving one hour ahead, and you have an extremely long & tiring day! One aspect of the day that kept us smiling was the Sturgis Bike Rally. We passed right through the Black Hills of South Dakota where tens of thousands of motorcycles rule the road for one week per year. Lucky us, we just happened to catch it in full swing. It was a crazy scene, for sure! We stopped for gas in South Dakota, and there must have been at least fifty bikers loitering in the parking lot. One leather-clad gentleman swiped the last
USA Today right from under me at the cash register. I kept just a hint of bitterness with me after that episode because traveling 700 miles without a crossword puzzle is not fun for me. Several games of UNO and mountain goat briefings (from Greg) later, we arrived at a KOA in Adel, Iowa. We had been to this
Campground of the Cornfields once before, so it felt like home... even though it was nearly dark when we arrived. The boys and I went for a swim while Ron cooked dinner, then we all crashed. Lights out.
This was our longest driving day of the trip. I'm not sure of the exact mileage, but over 700 miles to be sure. Add to that the time change of moving one hour ahead, and you have an extremely long & tiring day! One aspect of the day that kept us smiling was the Sturgis Bike Rally. We passed right through the Black Hills of South Dakota where tens of thousands of motorcycles rule the road for one week per year. Lucky us, we just happened to catch it in full swing. It was a crazy scene, for sure! We stopped for gas in South Dakota, and there must have been at least fifty bikers loitering in the parking lot. One leather-clad gentleman swiped the last USA Today right from under me at the cash register. I kept just a hint of bitterness with me after that episode because traveling 700 miles without a crossword puzzle is not fun for me. Several games of UNO and mountain goat briefings (from Greg) later, we arrived at a KOA in Adel, Iowa. We had been to this Campground of the Cornfields once before, so it felt like home... even though it was nearly dark when we arrived. The boys and I went for a swim while Ron cooked dinner, then we all crashed. Lights out.
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