“The Great Plains were immense enough to inspire the grandest, most foolish of dreams—but they were also vast enough that no one could ever explore every corner.”
― Melanie Benjamin, The Children’s Blizzard
PHOTOS:
- The farm where my mother and uncle grew up—Wakonda, South Dakota. The house is gone, but the barn and yard were so familiar to me. I still remember the sound of the screen door, and the radio on top of the fridge relaying the hourly farm reports on WNAX.
- Somewhere northeast of Burke, South Dakota last Saturday.
- Meckling, South Dakota (The Hay Capital of the World) & Toby’s Lounge, home of their very famous and delicious broasted chicken. A joint I frequented as a kid with my Aunt Dorothy and Uncle Leonard.
- Leaving Burke last Monday.
- An abandoned car somewhere in Clay County.
- Heading downtown—Burke, South Dakota.
- A creek east of Burke.
- Somewhere west of Beresford.
- I love rainy road trips, I was listening to Zach Bryan’s, This Road I Know—I’m on this road…
And I don’t know where I am, but I know exactly where I am
Here’s to spring and road trips wherever you find yourself.
