Fifteen mph wind dead on the nose and rain didn't sound like something up with which we wanted to put, so we paid cash money to skip the first half of 71 miles. I suggested paying twice as much to go the whole distance, but Susan insisted we show at least some commitment to our craft. Seventy-one more give-us-a-break miles, 37 under our own power . 1,683 will-the-tires-make-it? left. As it happened, where we finally demonstrated some pride was also the tipping point on this trip: miles remaining equal what we have done. Either way, 1,737 slo-mo miles Three days ago was the ETP (Equal Time Point — sudden flashback to my transoceanic days).
Yesterday's stage, and the next couple days, will be delayed due to: Very limited wifi; and, Good friends of ours from our days in England, Skippy and his wife Audrey, live in Piedmont, SD. They are meeting us in Spearfish this evening, and we are staying at their house tomorrow. I have a strong feeling there will be drinking involved delays.
Yesterday's stage was from a spartan hotel in Miller, SD, to De Smet, of Laura Ingalls Wilder fame. We delayed our departure long enough to allow the rain to pass, but the road was still plenty wet to get covered in truck spray. Flat lighting from a low overcast didn't make for good photo ops. Well, except for this, in Huron: Good news? For once, a strong tailwind. Bad news? Rain picked up again for the last 30 miles. Seventy-eight miles is a fair stretch. But not nearly as fair a stretch as the 1,605 still in front of us. Now today's effort: De Smet to Lake Benton, MN. First forty miles went fine. Little bit on the cool side, winds neither helping, hindering, nor annoying. Stopped in Brookings, SD, for lunch. Looked at the forecast for the next several days: unchanged from dire. Up to an inch and a half of rain each day from tomorrow through Saturday. Lucky for us, Brookings is big enough to have a UHaul location, so I thre...
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