The word for today is "endless."
Some views of the prairie:
The endless ribbon of highway. That was what I saw all day long.
The Little Brown Church on the Prairie. It really is all by itself.
The rolling hills went on forever. There was nothing but prairie as far as the eye could see. The heat was unbearable (Ash's bike thermometer read 102 as we neared Pierre), and at 8:00 pm bank thermometers downtown said it was still 98 degrees. The flies were relentless, biting even as we were riding down the highway. This was not the best day . . .
We are now in the capital city of Pierre (pronounced "peer"), and we've changed to Central Daylight Time!
4 comments:
Those flies are not fun are they? I'm sorry to hear that. I really feel for you.
(lucky flies) :)
Smiles, OK?
I've a feeling we're not in Kansas (er...I mean, the Northwest) anymore.
I know you've left that area a few days ago...but the flatness of the land is no longer anything like the hills and mountains of the NW, huh??
Your pictures are always so beautiful and your stories are so adventurous.
Keep up the ride and blogging.
Love,
~fe
Wow Diana,
Not sure if I've ever told you how much I admire you, but now that dad is gone, I'm going to have to transfer my hero label to YOU!
Sending you wishes of tailwinds.
Love,
Pat
...and I thought that DRIVING through that part of the country was endless! I can hardly imagine what it must be like to bike it!
You're a tough cookie, Diana! Keep it up!
love,
Janelle
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