The rest stop had a teepee. I later found out most of the rest stops in South Dakota had them. That was cool. My mini project was to take pictures of the Kroeschell van in random places. I figured this would be a good place. Little did I know what was ahead of me. I took the picture and thought of who might guess where I’m at. I thought perhaps my boss, Rich, since his son lives in the Dakotas.
I feel like there’s nothing to be said about the falls. It’s waterfalls. One of nature’s natural powers. Maybe it’s just water that intrigues me. Not sure. There was an old mill there from way back when. When I first saw it, I thought it was ruins from an old fort or something. It just happens to be an old mill, as a lot of mills are built by waterfalls. However this one did not succeed. I did like the story of different owners and abandoning plans because it’s lack of profitability. The ruins had a bittersweet feel to them. A part of me wishes that it could have made it, and another part of me saw true economics.
There was a thunderstorm that night. I ended up taking a short video of the lightening above before it rained. Seeing as it was dark and would more than likely be extremely wet, I decided against a campground for $20 and went to the cheapest hotel around for $60. It was worth it. I took a shower like no one’s business. Can it stop being so humid please? Nature needs to stop being so bipolar. California is looking better and better these days. I digress.
Tomorrow morning continues west toward Mount Rushmore.
07/25/11
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