Whew, wind! We laid low today in a shelter tucked away in a town park. A harsh wind blew all day from west to east, carrying with it the arid heat of the western states. I took out a book from a local library collection and delighted in the simple act of taking a few hours to read.
We hoped that the wind would die down as the sun sank lower in the sky, but by the time we left at close to 5pm, the wind was still cutting our speed by a serious margin. We crept painfully along Route 14, watching lightning bolts and the setting sun in the western sky. We made it to Sturgis, SD, shortly after nightfall. In about a month, Sturgis will be over-run by over half a million motorcyclists, congregating for the biggest annual motorcycle rally in the United States. But while we were there, it just seemed like a small western town with a couple of bars and a couple of gas stations.
