South Dakota Sunsets

In early May, we drove from Kansas City to South Dakota. When we got to Sioux Falls, I had to stop for Godfather’s Pizza for a mini taco pizza (no onions). It was worth traversing the road construction and turning around in a random parking lot instead of the U-turn my navigation app suggested. It did cause me to be a little past my planned check-in time, so I called the RV park I was staying to let them know I’d be late. The owner answered and said she totally understood the need for some Godfather’s Pizza; I knew she would be a kindred spirit.

The drive from Kansas City was a windy one, but not as bad as our travel through Kansas. We didn’t detour into Nebraska at all, but – just knowing that tornados had torn through that part of the country – made the drive heavier than some that we’ve done. We have been blessed to be spared anything more than wind and hail and snow on our journey, and my heart hurt for them.

When we arrived at Dakota Sunsets outside of Salem, SD, we had one of the best check-in experiences we’ve ever had. The owner, the same gal who answered the phone, was a delight. She was curious about our trip and instantly helped me feel at ease and wish that we were staying longer than one night. She also gave us chocolate chip cookies! *swoon*

They had some rain earlier in the week, so there were sites that weren’t habitable, but our spot was dry and cozy and, as promised – a beautiful sunset.

The next morning after a glorious, quarter-powered shower, we drove the rest of the way to Mitchell where we met up with my friends’ parents for warm conversation and a good breakfast at Blarney’s. There is a comfort – after being alone for so long – to spend quality time with people who know you and share a meal and conversation with you. It was hard to leave, but we were on our way back to Minnesota, which has a draw of its own.

The rest of our day was uneventful, which was welcome. We arrived on the farm in the middle of the afternoon and were able to get set-up and enjoy the quiet of the farm.

Arthur enjoying the fresh farm breezes and the possibility of a new, little bird friend.

Annie, my parents new puppy, was very curious about Estella and Arthur, but Arthur was not at all curious about Annie.