Heading east of Burke at sunrise.

Western light tells its own story at sunrise.
Main Street—Burke, South Dakota
This fox his owns the Herrick ballpark.
Burke Lake where I learned to swim in the 1970s.
That is one good thing about this world…there are always sure to be more springs.
―L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Avonlea
Heading West from Sioux Falls—March 15th
Main Street—Montrose March 20th
I’ve started taking alternative routes whenever I’m in South Dakota. I wanted to see Montrose where my great-grandmother’s family lived. I recently found this book in my grandfather’s library. To see Lottie Eno’s signature inside a college textbook was thrilling. We attended the same college…once Sioux Falls Academy, then Sioux Falls College (when I attended). Now it is the University of Sioux Falls.
Lottie and Lowell Lillibridge 1898
Main Street—Colome March 21st
On my way to the Burke Stampede Rodeo Gala—March 22nd
East of Burke—Sunday afternoon March 23rd
The long empty roads,
Sullen fires of sunset, fading,
The eternal, unresponsive sky.
—from Prairie Spring by Willa Cather
Spring is the time of plans and projects.
―Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina