Beginning the drive through South Dakota, directly east to west, we had no idea what was in store. It was early in the morning, the sun was shining, and thus began our roadside entertainment. For the next few hundred miles, our view was ambushed by advertisements for different towns along the way. When you get really bored and you’re driving on the same interstate for 350+ miles you find yourself getting heavily invested in the signage around you. Jenny, for example, became obsessed with the idea of ‘1880’s Town’, some Western village we would eventually drive by. The hype for 1880’s Town was growing with every sign as we drew closer. So we went. Exploring our wild western alter egos for an hour or so.
But the real hype brought us to ‘Wall Drug’. “Voted the best town by the New York Times” “Wall Drug or Bust” “Free Ice Water at Wall Drug” - THAT Wall Drug. We were confused and also convinced we would never want to leave Wall Drug. It had EVERYTHING. To some extent, we were surprised by the lackluster Wall Drug actually was, but not really. It was filled with colorful cowboy boots and Wall Drug trinkets. That’s all. Wall Drug: A Bust.
Side note: You know you found a good friend when she’s driving you down some foreign territory in South Dakota and she pulls over on the highway so you can pick some wild sunflowers out of the fields that you won’t stop talking about. It was also understandable when she threw them out of the car because they brought in many, many bugs.
Sprinting out of Wall Drug territory, we then drove to what the locals call, ‘The Faces’. Yep, our country’s mountain of gray presidential faces. Clad in plaid, we paid our respects to the beautiful faces of our country's forefathers.
We spent that night camping in Custer State Park in the Black Hills National Forest. We got there with enough daylight to pitch camp and attempt making a skillet of s’mores over a fire like a true boy scout. It kind of worked.