Saturday September 19th
East of Pierre, South Dakota (in a cornfield)
Left Riverton yesterday after the most delightful week of doing very little except enjoying time with Steve & Sandy & Alexa and the granddaughters and the new puppies. Whew. Felt right at home. Such a pleasant place:)
And enjoyed attending, not one, but two book club meetings. Most interesting woman, for sure! Too bad I hadn't read the books. Oh well.
So now I'm driving. And I wish I were biking. Too fast. I can't see everything. Can't read the signs. Can't easily pull over, like I could on Blaze. Everything seems so much harder and a lot less fun. I'm more bored and more exhausted. On my bike, I looked forward to every day with baited breath not knowing what would unfold, but knowing I'd enjoy whatever it was. The road never looked too long. And once I accepted the slow pace, I preferred it. Not with driving. I've had to accept that I'll see very little and miss so much. I'm finally able to go over 50 mph. But it's do tiring, not invigorating. There are no endorphins when driving. No calories burned. A lot of concentration required. Exhausting. Yup. Give me my bike any day.
I slept last night next to a church. Only place in Lusk WY without street lights. I stayed in town so I could get breakfast in the morning. Good thinking, ya? I don't usually cook when car camping. Don't know why that is. Maybe I'll make some coffee in morning.
Drove through Custer State Park today and saw more bison. Felt like I was back in Yellowstone for a brief moment. I drove the Needles Highway which was incredible: rock spirals and a road winding through them! Loved it.
But I'm done. Enough beautiful scenery. Enough museums. Enough sagebrush. Enough cowboy boots. I'm ready for green grass and leafy trees. I can feel fall in the air. And it feels good.
Tonight I'm sleeping in my car in a cornfield with winds 20-30 mph and they're rocking it. Do you know I have not had an ear of corn this whole summer? I hope I'm not too late. And oh, a fresh tomato would taste wonderful. There's just not the farm stands like back east. I think I'm sounding homesick:)
Time for sleep.
Rockin' BagLady
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