Jun 07, 2010
On the road to South Dakota via Minnesota. Lots of ground covered today: 350 or so miles, four states, including two personal firsts (SD and MN). Southern Minnesota is very, very remote. A few small towns, a few farms, but not much else. Lots and lots of straight, empty highway (90 West). Oh snap! Saw a sign for the Spam museum, but were going the wrong direction. Almost ran out of gas (again), but managed to pulled in to Beaver Creek, MN, a very small “town” a few miles from the SD border.
Met a very friendly, curious farmer, filling his gas cans right next to us. He kept calling me “sir,” and seemed impressed (not really at all) by my newfound Iowa farming cred. Pretty sure I’m the first person from Washington, D.C. he’s met. I hope he did not see me struggling to figure out how to fill the tank. (Insert federal government joke here.) I’m sure that even farmers forget to pull the little lever up. Of course.
While I am really singing here, Josh is totally faking it. I might get the occasional air drum from him, but it's generally a solo singing affair.
The first time we saw super unleaded for less than regular ol' unleaded.
Josh's first time crossing the threshold into Minnesota .
The apple from our sack lunch was somehow less appealing than our other snaaaaacks, like peanut butter-filled pretzels.
If I could get the focus off the bugs on the windshield you'd know this is the sign for the SPAM museum.
Resident rest stop gato, apparently only allowed on the outside of the building.
Josh's noticed some bugs cannibal bugs feasting on the other bugs that previously met their fate on our mirrors and car-top carrier.
Good clouds that day.
After Josh successfully got the gas flowing.
The farmer who chatted up Josh is on the left, filling some cans.
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