Happy birthday America

When we pulled into Interior, South Dakota, we were stopped by a parade. Most places put their horses at the end of the parade. Here, they led it. A circle of trailers signaled the rodeo grounds and we found our spot in the bleachers next to a fella I’ll just call Fella. Apparently my denim…

The mad dash or the lazy day

Sometimes when I start a trip I just want to get there. I want to pack food, dehydrate the children for a day to avoid the bathroom breaks, and just roll. The more time I can preserve for the final destination, the better. Other times, I prefer a lazy stroll. Leaving Laura’s Homestead, we were…

Little Stop on the Prairie

When Pa Ingalls made the journey from Walnut Grove, Minnesota to his homestead near what is now De Smet, South Dakota, it took him more than a week by horse and wagon. Friday evening we made the same trip in two hours. Back in his day, the settled lands had been hunted out. There was…