Regrettably, We Didn't Make it to North Dakota...

which means I still don't know whether to believe in it or not, even though I've seen its license plates.

Actually, our decision to skip the other Dakota (we were planning to drive up to Fargo for lunch on our way from Rapid City, South Dakota to New Ulm, Minnesota) wasn't quite as regrettable as I anticipated it might be.

We started in Rapid City, drove out to Mount Rushmore and the Crazy Horse Monument (the latter was very impressive!), and then made our way on small highways up to Pierre, South Dakota - the state capital. And, well...there wasn't much of anything there. In Pierre or outside of it. No lakes, no hills, no roads, no people. Just...snow. Flat snow. So we retracked ourselves straight to New Ulm, Minnesota, where we saw Hermann the German and did a tour of the Schell's Brewery - the second-oldest family-owned brewery in the US...second only to Yuengling (shoutout to all of our PA friends).

Oh, North Dakota, what ARE you?

Well hello Ms. Mississippi!

oH 190. We're coming down the road! Almost back in beantown? Not yet.

I'll post again later, to relay our L&L adventures since leaving California, but wanted to share something very important with you all. Tonight's supper surprise: www.galacticpizza.com <-- A magnificent Minneapolis masterpiece. We've ordered 'The Original' and 'The Paul Bunyan'. To be continued...

Just a Few Miles from Central Time...

Check one Dakota into existence. We're going to bed in Rapid City, South Dakota. We're in a Dakota. That's the wildest and most mystical thing that's happened so far, I think. Worth a few sentences on the good ol' blog.

Hang tight for our Mount Rushmore pictures, coming soon!