Sioux Falls

Yes, Virginia, there is a water falls in Sioux Falls and it's spectacular.  The water flows down numerous steps over a considerable distance, several hundred feet.  There's wonderful public park areas on both sides of the falls

Quite an impressive display of sculpture in the heart of downtown.

Didn't pay much attention to the actual titles, named these three myself.

The one is obviously a Polecat.

I dubbed this one Anorexia.

Artie didn't like posing alongside Robo Cat.  

Notice he's leaning as far away as he possibly can.

Day 19. June 18th. Badlands, SD

Ever wonder what those big red numbers are on the front of many Airstream travel trailers? Me too, so I researched: they are issued by the WBCCI Airstream owner's club and have nothing to do with when the trailer was built or when the trailer owner joined the club. WBCCI stands for Wally Byam Caravan Club Intl; Wally's the guy who started the Airstream company several decades back.

And do you wonder why this bit of trivia is in my blog post? Because 15 Airstream trailers pulled into our campground yesterday, including the longest one I've ever seen. It looks like a humongous stainless steel cigar with wheels, 3 per side. Airstreams are built like Sherman tanks and are quite heavy so this bugger must be a bitch to tow.

Did the Badlands loop yesterday AM - very windy, and stopped at the visitor's center which is one of the better ones in the NP system. We didn't see Rocky and I suspect he either succumbed of wounds or simply died of old age. What's the life expectancy of a raccoon?

Played cards with Dave and Verna last night, lots of laughs. We part company today; they're headed west to tour the Deadwood area, while we head east to overnight at Lake Mitchell in Mitchell, SD. Trish says she'd like get her hair done today or tomorrow. Mine's been done for 30 years.

The pix were taken from various outlooks and includes the previously unpictured Verna and her killer attack guard dog, Lili. Lili's 4.7" tall, weighs 3.2 pounds, defends Verna from would-be attackers by licking their ankles until they fall down on the ground giggling helplessly, all thoughts of violence forgotten.

Shortly after they got Lili and she was still a pup about the size of your average adolescent field mouse, Dave was downtown with her one day. Some guy walked by, noticed the little furball and said, "Hey, where's the other half of your dog, mister?"