It's Dave!

Once there was a  guy named Dave.  He began a cross-US road trip on June 2nd.  He went to Washington and then across the NW.  He, like us, was camping.  He, like us, likes to kayak.  He, unlike us, was traveling in a Honda Element (a car that I am currently coveting in a loving-Jesus way) with a kayak on top.  He immediately was considered cool.

Also like us, Dave was on our caving trip in the Wind Caves.  We immediately bonded and talked movie references, shared adventures, and had a jolly good time a couple hundred feet underground.  When we got out, we still didn't know his name, so we introduced, said goodbye, made a joke about seeing one another in the Badlands, and went on our Merry Way.

Well, fast forward to Western Minnesota.  We are driving down the highway, Suzanne is saying something of some importance, and I yell, "It's Dave!".  We both look ahead, and there's his pastel Element cruising down the slow lane with his highly coveted kayak.  We burst into laughing, drive up next to him, and Suzanne begins an episode of persistent waving.

He finally catches on to who we are, we pull over, and he drives up next to us.  First question out of both his and Suz's mouth: "How were the Badlands?".   He had a rough night too. 

Well, to make a fun story brief, we continued along chatting on the highway until angry people came up behind us and wanted us to cease our lane blockage.  He was headed to Chicago...  we'll probably not see him again...  most likely.