woke up late in south dakota. saw the badlands, walked and drover for about an hour. gee, there are a lot of bikers.
drove to mt. rushmore. those guys are big! hey, more bikers. is there something going on here?
*lots of driving*
backroads. constructions. accident (not us). storms. more backroads. deer. more backroads.
wyoming!
wow, your hotel is all sold out? and yours? and yours? the whole town?
*100 miles of driving*
the...the whole town? again? bike week? and a rodeo?
oh, don't travel more, it's not safe at night, animals on the roads. deer. elk. moose!
the story ends in a best western parking lot. the doors locked, the windows rolled up. we both peed outside, where no one is meant to pee.
i have now been "camping".
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