Note To Self
When moving (next time) remember to avoid Western South Dakota in early August.
Holy Moly! I know I said before that South Dakota was a hopping place but let me reiterate, this place is crazy. There is this little get together called the Sturgis Bike Rally that just happens to run the first part of August. It brings in around 50,000 bikers... and we had to drive through it.
Have you ever tried to drive when you knew a motorcycle was in the next lane? When you can't see them, but you know they are there?
Well, imagine it with the two wheeled monsters everywhere, you are in a huge 4-door Ford F-150, trailing behind an even bigger U-Haul (with attached Mazda). You look left, you look right, you look in your blind spot... three times... and still you hesitate. The roar of engines is all around you, you wait just a moment more and out of seemingly nowhere a Harley passes you on the right. How did you miss him?
You've counted six cops so far. You're literally going 10 miles under the speed limit. Those blasted bikers are passing you at 10 miles over the speed limit, one after the other. So you start to count one... two... three... you give up at fifty and swear that you'll never come this direction again.
Now you're starting to realize why that Days Inn cost $145.
This place is nuts, this state is wild, who would have ever guessed that sleepy South Dakota was really a cover. It's not sleepy at all, it's vibrant and alive and full of tourists of all shapes and sizes. I think I've got a lot to learn about this place we've moved to.
We survived the bike rally though, we survived the tourists. We're safe and sound in a tiny hotel room in the little town of Vermillion waiting for our house sale to close. Waiting for the next surprise the state has for us.
Holy Moly! I know I said before that South Dakota was a hopping place but let me reiterate, this place is crazy. There is this little get together called the Sturgis Bike Rally that just happens to run the first part of August. It brings in around 50,000 bikers... and we had to drive through it.
Have you ever tried to drive when you knew a motorcycle was in the next lane? When you can't see them, but you know they are there?
Well, imagine it with the two wheeled monsters everywhere, you are in a huge 4-door Ford F-150, trailing behind an even bigger U-Haul (with attached Mazda). You look left, you look right, you look in your blind spot... three times... and still you hesitate. The roar of engines is all around you, you wait just a moment more and out of seemingly nowhere a Harley passes you on the right. How did you miss him?
You've counted six cops so far. You're literally going 10 miles under the speed limit. Those blasted bikers are passing you at 10 miles over the speed limit, one after the other. So you start to count one... two... three... you give up at fifty and swear that you'll never come this direction again.
Now you're starting to realize why that Days Inn cost $145.
This place is nuts, this state is wild, who would have ever guessed that sleepy South Dakota was really a cover. It's not sleepy at all, it's vibrant and alive and full of tourists of all shapes and sizes. I think I've got a lot to learn about this place we've moved to.
We survived the bike rally though, we survived the tourists. We're safe and sound in a tiny hotel room in the little town of Vermillion waiting for our house sale to close. Waiting for the next surprise the state has for us.
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Other side of SD from Mt. Rushmore, although we saw it on our way through last time. We are very near Iowa.
I'm glad we're here too, we absolutely crashed in our hotel room last night. Both boys had fallen asleep in the car and didn't even wake up when we brought them in. Then we all layed down and boom it was 8 AM... we are soooo tired.