After 510 miles, I stopped in Worthington, Minnesota, 60 miles east of Sioux Falls, South Dakota at 1030pm. I checked into the Super 8 Motel because it had free wifi. All the food places were closed by the time I checked in, so I went to the glorious Super Walmart and bought some frozen food. The rain pants I bought at the Walmart in St. Louis were shredded from the wind. It was cold riding, so I wore my thermals, three jackets, rain pants, and knit cap. That was all I had, but it was still cold.
I entered Minnesota by crossing the mighty Mississippi River and noted that I would be running low on gas. With no gas stations in sight, I headed toward a small town off Interstate-90 called Rushford. A red BMW motorcycle stopped to see if I was okay. He recommended taking a different route back to the Interstate (rt 16 to 52), so I had a nice windy detour through a small canyon cut by a river as the sun was setting. It was the highlight of the day.
The area around the Wisconsin Dells is plagued by tacky amusement parks and sights like "Ripley's Believe it or Not!". It is quite impressive in the number of places that surround the Dells. They must get many visitors in the summers. It was pretty dead when I was visiting.
Robert had to work the next day, and I had to travel. I got a late start and headed west toward Badlands National Park in South Dakota. It was more than 800 miles away, so I didn't expect to make it there in one day. I left after noon and stopped at the Wisconsin Dells to take a peek of the limestone gorge.
We went to Lakewood to rent a mountain bike. They let me use a brand new Diamondback without a deposit, credit card, or identification. I, of course, returned it the next day. We went mountain biking along dirt roads near Cathedral Pines. Then we came back for lunch (gas station broasted chicken with wheat bread) and more fishing.
Shortly after I fell asleep, I heard the rustling of leaves followed by a large cracking and more rustling. The next morning, I asked Robert if he heard it (no, but he had heard my snoring!). I went to investigate and found this tree that had fallen over next to the road.
Adam made three lightweight alcohol backpacking stoves for me when we went skiing this year. I finally tested them out on this trip. This is the soda can stove. They work brilliantly and are cheap to make. The fuel is denatured alcohol from the paint section of your local hardware store. It boils water within five minutes.
We were the only ones here, other than Ken the owner. The camp right along the river with nice tables and fire rings. There are showers and toilets, and a group area with a volleyball net, and even cabins. There's a rope course, and they offer raftng trips and atv rentals. It's a fun place especially at only $4.50 a person a night.
(Vincent and Pepper at their feet.) On Sunday, when Adam and his family headed off to church at 1030am, I hit the road -- 399 miles to Waukesha, Wisconsin. I had bought thermal underwear, a knit cap, and rain pants in St. Louis, and pretty much wore all of this on this trip. I had pretty good weather, except for a few patches of rain, when I stopped at a gas station restaurant in Mendota, Illinois. I didn't get to Waukesha until 8pm.
You get six balls, and try to get them in slots. The total should be either less than 11 or more than 31. The ball is rubber and very bouncy and the table is not level. The sign should read " Lose BIG" because the prizes SUCK.
Yes, that's all beer. There are many of these vats at the plant. There was a crazy statistic like if you had to drink all the beer in one vat, you would have to drink a 24-pk every night for the next 140 years. Or something like that. Once again, I may be wrong.