You Serve Dinner Here, Right?
After two very pleasant days riding, the weather decided we were fair game.
Sailors, like the Mr. Bill's, are familiar: the wind and sea are at cross purposes, and utterly antagonistic to everything else.
Just as it was getting from the Skippy's in Piedmont to Wasta, SD. Fifteen miles of howling wind in the face, before we turned east, and it getting even stronger on the beam.
Nonetheless, a beautiful ride.
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| Lunch, with ever so conveniently located outlets |
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| Wasta, SD |
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| The bar in Wasta. There is something decidedly unexpected in this picture. |
I chose to stay in Wasta because it balanced stage lengths between Piedmont and Midland, and had both a hotel and restaurant.
When we got there, the bartender told us there would be no food that night because the exhaust fan was broken. However, we could head 11 miles up the road to Wall. That's fine advice for almost everyone, but kind of a non-starter for us.
At just about the same moment, Skippy asked how Wasta was. We told him of the restaurant that wasn't.
Little did we know we had just lit the Tiger Signal.
Skippy and Audrey were on their way to our rescue before we could so much as say "roar".
To my eternal disappointment, I neglected to get a group photo.
Fifty-nine wind battered miles. 1,887 to the east; several hundred of which strongly indicate South Dakota hates us.
It's not just you, this year our wind has seemed to be somewhat of a constant (which, growing up here should be expected). Oddly enough, the last two years were the least windy years I can remember (and my memory goes back quite a while). At least it's cooler today! Stop and see the Capitol Building and Zesto in Pierre (my hometown)!
ReplyDeleteP.S. You'll like the coast down into the Missouri River valley on Hwy 14 into Ft Pierre and get some food/rehydrate at "Drifters" (bottom of the hill).
ReplyDeleteCool to follow along. I figured you zapped the bar, but like Waldo, I can’t find it.
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