Pictures taken from moving car windows don't ever turn out too hot, but this is the welcome to South Dakota sign. Please notice that the terrain looks quite similar to Wyoming's. Yet it was still a reason to celebrate... We had officially moved from the Bison State to the Rushmore State. Just that fact alone had to mean that our drive was going to get more interesting.
Please notice again the skies in that picture. Let me tell you that it was about 4pm when that photo was taken... do those look like happy June afternoon skies? I think not.
And they only got worse. This was around 5. On the longest day of the year. As the strange, creepy red sky came into view, I kept thinking of a book, "Red Sky in Mourning" that I read in high school (officially the most recent time I've had a chance to read books that aren't about psychology, education, sports, or religion). I remember the author talking about how red skies are indicative of bad, bad storms.
Looking behind us, it was rather apparent that we were not heading toward the good weather.
So, with our imaginations freaking out, our eyes seeing possible funnel clouds, and our NW weather senses being pushed beyond their limits, we turned off Harry Potter (OH NO!) and tuned into the charming South Dakota radio world, waiting for weather warnings. None appeared, but we didn't care. It was a night for a hotel.
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