I made a mad dash out of Wyoming yesterday. Not really because of tornadoes or anything like that. Wyoming is boring. I just wanted out.
I-25 took me north to I-90, which went east into South Dakota. Not going to lie, not much going on the South Dakota, either. The black hills are pretty, though. So, at least the scenery has improved.
I went through Sturgis, which is apparently known for it's motorcycle culture. There were plenty of bike shops and biker bars. In fact, if someone took the time to figure out a ratio of biker bars to people for the town of Sturgis, it would be a lopsided ratio, heavily stacked in the biker bar category. I drove past the world's largest biker bar, too. Something else.
I checked out the one state park I could find, but it was deserted and muddy, so I pressed on to Rapid City. I'm only a few miles north of Mt. Rushmore, and I'm going to go check that out today. Then, a long haul through South Dakota, I guess.
I kinda need to get out of the Midwest.
The real action is just up the road in North Dakota. You’re missing out.