Sometimes one’s mind goes AWOL, no notice given, no reason provided, whereabouts and duration of absence unknown. It’s just gone. Such was the case about noon today when I saw a sign that read North, with the number 83 just below it. I said, “Huh, how about that. A town called North, South Dakota.” Trish cracked up and remarked, “That means hiway 83 northbound.” Oh. Okay. Duh.
A bit beyond said sign we pulled off the hiway for a quick break at a little tourist attraction/gas station place near Midland, SD. See pix 1880 Town.
I doubt that very many readers know Mitchell’s claim to fame and we didn’t either until Trish starting looking for the nightly campground. What she found was the one and only Corn Palace, along with a nice city campground a few blocks away. The pix show the front of the building which is decorated in murals made entirely of ears of differently colored corn. There are several more corn murals on the side of the building. Quite impressive, and the murals are changed every year. Why the onion domes? Beats hell out of me; maybe the designer was named Boris or Natasha.
Tomorrow we’re off to Big Stone City, SD to visit Wayne and his wife Gloria. Wayne’s a fraternity brother and, like me, a member of the infamous ‘shotgun four’ who spent quality time in the redneck jails of Arkansas and Oklahoma in ’65. Wayne and I earned but were not rewarded purple hearts for that adventure; the other two guys weren’t wounded. I’ve not seen Wayne since graduating college in ’66.
W & G own a software company that has offices in SD and CA; they live in LA in the winter. Not long ago they bought a big old 5000 SF mansion that was to be destroyed. They had it cut into 3 pieces and moved to their Big Stone Lake lot, where they put it back together and fixed it up. We’re anxious to see the end result.By LHC standards it’s not been that hot the last few days but the humidity makes it feel that way. We’re slowly adjusting to the change – and the blankity blank bugs.
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