Edited to add: This is part of a series. The Vacation 2016 story begins
here.
Sept 3
My perhaps
complicated and obviously edited plans for today read:
Saturday drive to DeSmet SD, stay 9-3 in Days Inn Mitchell (2
suites). Be still my heart! Go to De Smet!!! See Corn Palace.
5 hours to De Smet; better get on the road! thoughts: it is
too expensive to do a thing. So, go out, look around, get a driving map if
possible, go to church and cemetery, but don't stress about getting there
"in time"
So, take the Badlands Loop Scenic Byway comprises 31.5 miles
of roadway and along it are fourteen designated overlooks. Go south at Wall on
US 240 - it comes back around to I-90.
Ingalls
Homestead says: Coming from the west, drive east on Interstate 90. At
Mitchell, SD take Exit 330, follow SD Hwy 37 north to SD Hwy 34.
Head east on SD Hwy 34 to SD Hwy 25. Head north on SD Hwy 25.
Watch for signs just before reaching De Smet. May 28 - September 5
Daily 9AM - 7PM Activities are offered from 10AM - 6PM Wilder Memorial on site
is free - 5 original cottonwoods
Laura
Ingalls Wilder Historic Homes
guided tour only. Free self-driving tour maps are available at the
Laura Ingalls Wilder Historic Homes.
De Smet Alliance Church,
organized and built by Pa.
303 2nd Street SW
De Smet, SD 57231
The Loftus Store
206 Calumet Ave SW
De Smet, SD 57231 closes at 3 on Sat.
Walking Trail to Silver Lake was completed in 2008. It
provides a short concrete path
Breakfast was a little hectic, as there was only 1 person
working the lobby for check in and out, answering the phone, and getting
breakfast for many hungry people. She was super friendly and fine with it, just
a little overtaxed. There was fresh fruit, packaged muffins, and
"instant" oatmeal made possible with a carafe of hot water. Coffee
and water to drink. Once that was over, we did hit the road.
Wall. Yep... For an hour or so, there was sign after sign
for Wall Drug. It started to sound interesting, and we finally decided to stop.
Apparently it was actually a drug store at one point, but now it is a shopping
mall/tourist trap/amusement park. We had fun, bought a few things, took
pictures, and shared a free coffee and doughnut. There was a mechanized gorilla
who played the piano and sang. Ruth laughed and laughed. There was a giant
mechanized T-Rex who growled and blew smoke. Ruth and Daniel were both
terrified. We told Ruth it was a puppet, and held her tight. For hours
afterwards she talked about the "puppy" and checked on Daniel and
Elijah to make sure they were all right.
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Jackalope |
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T-Rex |
We took the scenic loop through the Badlands, and it was
amazing. We had a picnic lunch there - bright and dusty, and very difficult to
keep the boys from climbing the cliffs that were clearly marked with multiple
signs for people to stay on the road, and covered with other tourists. Sigh. We
marveled at the landforms, saw bison and a big prairie dog town.
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Pano of the Badlands |
Onto the Interstate across South Dakota. The hills gradually
become smaller and smoother, though not really flat until the far Eastern side
of the state. We saw miles of ranches, a few small towns, and not much else.
There were more trees and water than I had imagined. Looking out the window at
one point I said the dynamic equivalent of, "Don't get me wrong: the
mountains are awe-inspiring. I could just sit and look at them all day. But
this! This is real; alive. I feel as though I could just keep going all day out
here. I'm in love." And Bob looked at me and said the dynamic equivalent
of, "Yech! This is boring. Ugly. How could you even say such a
thing?" And I must confess that a part of me died on the inside at that
point. It wasn't just that we disagreed; it was a thought of us never being
able to see eye-to-eye on ANYthing. Of course that is an exaggeration, but I
just felt very "incompatible" at that moment. And neither of us took a single picture of this amazing country.
We stopped for gas and bathrooms, and it was very windy. We
drove. We arrived in Mitchell about 6, I'm guessing. Went ahead to the hotel
and checked in and unloaded, and (I think!) had supper in our rooms. They had
intended to downgrade us to pet-friendly rooms, as a previous hotel had done,
but when I showed the printed email receipt, he checked and our big rooms were
still available, so we got them after all. Now, the reason I chose this
particular hotel (besides the big rooms with sleeper sofas) was that it boasted
an "indoor water park." There is a HUGE tube slide into a rather
large pool, and a separate kiddie pool with a small slide, and some splash
features. Our rooms were 2 out of 3 or 4
on a little balcony overlooking the pool.
The children were super excited about
going swimming, and (as you know if you read my plans) I and the older girls
were looking forward to going to DeSmet.
It was over an hour to DeSmet from the hotel. Bob was tired
and didn't want to go. So the girls and I started figuring out who wanted to do
what when Bob said that he couldn't go swimming without me; that if I went to
DeSmet, all the children would have to go. That part of me that died earlier
was now decomposing, I think, and I went all hollow on the inside as I realized
that this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, this dream of nearly 30 years, had
suddenly changed into just another opportunity to put the children first. To be
the bigger person. To die. I put my face down on my pillow for about 3 seconds
and then declared, "Let's go swimming!"
At the pool, Bob went with the older children in the big
pool and I played with the three little ones in the kiddie pool. It was crazy
fun. The girls befriended another girl who was initially scared to go down the
slide, and talked her into trying. The boys made friends with another boy. They
all went down that slide a hundred times. We splashed and laughed and had the
best time you can imagine. Twice, the girls came to watch the little ones so I
could go down the slide as well. It was so fast! The hotel boasted of a
lifeguard, and warned us that she had the authority to close down the slide if
people got too rowdy. Well, there was a woman sitting in a chair, reading a
book. She occasionally got up and restocked the towel rack, and glanced up at
the swimmers once or twice.
Once again we had comfy beds and amazing pillows. At
checkout in the morning I bought a pillow to take home.
(I realize this post may come across as feeling sorry for
myself, but my intention is merely to feel. Also, there are lots of really big
things to talk about - the drug store, the hills, the pool, the prairie dogs...
I'm running out of adjectives and refuse to say "ginormous.")