I was trying to post my blog when my sister and brother-in-law asked if I wanted to accompany them to town to meet friends at the Star Cafe. Since I’d been trying in vain to post since I woke up this morning, I decided to stay in the motel until I’d posted, so she told me to call when I was ready to come into town and she’d come get me.
A few hours later when I was still unable to post, I tried to call, but alas––no cell phone coverage and no wifi! When I went to the office, I was greeted by a sign that the office would be closed until 3:30 and with not a car in the parking lot, I knew I was the solitary person in residence at the moment.
The only solution I could think of was to walk to town–more than a mile away down a gravel road like this one:

and then along the shoulder of the highway that leads to town.

En route I would need to cross an overpass over Interstate 90 as well as an exit and an entrance.
It was a hot day and the way would be treelesss. Still, I set out on my adventure.
First, past the lonely horse in the pasture.


Giving him a few pats on the nose, I was on my way again. We were both looking pretty hot!
As I approached the local cemetery, a police car pulled up to see if I needed help, but didn’t offer me a ride.
After a half hour walk or so, I encountered another solitary inhabitant of the road:

And,as you can see from this view, I was drawing nearer to my destination. Just another 600 feet or so to go.

I arrived at the Pioneer Auto Museum a bit wind-tossed and sweaty, and luckily the two very nice ladies in the gift shop loaned me a cell phone to call my sister. Ten minutes later, she picked me up and we did a short swing through town to see former residences and other haunts before returning to the motel. It was, in fact, a bit of a futile exercise just to return to where I’d departed from an hour and a half before. The rest of the day, however, turned out to be wonderful––old friends as well as some new ones, some surprises, a few tears, lots of laughs and a few messages from dear departed ones via stories I’d never heard before. But it is 3:20 in the morning and I need to be up by 8 so I will desist and say as a famous man did many times in the past, that that is the rest of the story!
Where ARE you! Beautiful but sure glad I don’t live there. All is well here in paradise, lots of rainy nights and cloudy mornings.
Miss you! Enjoy your wandering vacation.
Betty
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Murdo, South Dakota–for my all-class reunion.
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Reminds me of home. Basically, if you don’t have a car, there are feet. Or a bicycle. Or a horse. It isn’t so unusual to see someone just walking along the road going into town. Maybe the car broke down … or maybe, they just felt like walking. You can’t call a cab or grab the bus … so … shoe leather. Wear a hat, take some water. Talk about getting back to your roots 🙂
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I am sorry you had to walk-but it seems you made the most of it. The pics and your post were just beautiful.
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Sometimes the misadventure makes for the best memories. Thanks for sharing and enjoy your reunion.
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A long tiring walk but not fruitless. Your pics are fab especially that sole Sunflower. Your little trip was truly beautiful!
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It was. Nothing like walking to really see things.
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Sounds like a wonderful day in so many ways. I’m sure you’ll look back on it fondly for the solitude and introspection, as well as the wonderful pictures.
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