All signs lead to Wall Drugstore. No, really, all of them do. We saw thousands along the highway, from the very moment we entered South Dakota, till a few miles after we’d left it.
Shortly after my camera had a stroke, we stumbled on the World’s Smallest Biker Bar. It was closed.
The Mitchell Corn Palace kept us occupied for far too long. Every year, they rebuild it with a different design. These people do not fool around with their corn.
Once again we were faced with outrunning a storm. Kendra and I, terrified and fascinated by tornados, were terrified and fascinated by the cloud formations. We watched the weather the entire day.