Captain’s Log, Day 3 (490 miles logged)
Get ready, people: This place has everything: saloons, Costner merch, a building decorated with corn, taxidermy (yay!), a massive jackalope sculpture, and an out-of-place T-Rex.
The first night in the RV went well. We had pride in a job well done, as we had never hooked up an RV before. It wasn’t hard at all. I was worried for nothing.
The RV is spacious. It should be at 30 feet long.
Everyone has a space of his/her own.
I’m on the converted dining room table. (The photo didn’t turn out.)
Leo, as you see, is everywhere.
He’s a bed-hopping whore. Leo, not Dominic. (I don’t think Dominic is, anyway.)
You may wonder why Eddie and I aren’t sharing.
Well, it’s because we are divorced. I know that may come as a surprise as I’ve never mentioned it publicly. It’s private.
It’s also obviously amicable, as we are on this road trip together (mutual choice). I mean, we were together for nearly 30 years. We are part of each other’s lives. We are coparenting. And we still like each other!
Anyway, we started in Onawa, Iowa, and made our way through South Dakota. So many things to see along the way.
But I DO care about a cool Wild West town.
The saloon was a big draw. That’s where the refreshments were. No beer, though, which seems like a missed opportunity.
There also was live music.
As soon as Gideon saw the performer, he said, “Yeah, he was born here.”
Our next stop was Wall Drug. There had been 423 billboards advertising it, including one with a command.
We did as we were told.
Narrator: They could have missed it and been fine.
We decided to eat at the Badlands Saloon and Grille. Sadly, our server, Mateo, had no sense of urgency regarding our food and hydration needs.
Thanks to our extended stay in the restaurant, we arrived later than we wanted to the Rushmore View RV Park. We had to set up camp in the dark in the rain. (View? What view?)
Coming soon: Our gang pays a visit to George and his gang.
*This was on a T-shirt at the Corn Palace. Seriously.
Observe and report 
In the dark in the rain — every tent I’ve ever pitched. Two of my best friends are ex-husbands. Even the Juvenile X and I like each other. My theory is if you marry people you like, you might still like them. I love SD. It was a way for my family to get from Omaha to Billings and the BEST.
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That’s right. You marry people for a reason. Just because you shouldn’t be married anymore doesn’t mean a relationship can’t survive.
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Here’s a funny story. About a month ago the Good X (to whom I was married 12 peaceful if not romantic years) and his wife of 30 years called because Jim’s cat had died and he needed someone to talk to who would understand. 🤣
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Oh that’s lovely! Very nice. And it’s great that she understands too.
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