Friday morning I left my crappy motel in Kimbal, SD and come hell or high water, I was gonna make it to Chicago. Holy hell, it was brutal.
A word on the motel….moist floors. Ok, two words, smart asses.
But the worst offense is wifi that doesn’t actually work. If I can’t check my FB messages or stream an episode of Firefly on Netflix, I get pissy. I’ll take blood stains and food in the sink over crappy Internet.
This place in Kimbal was cheap. I appreciated that part. But, through out the entire night there was a humming vibration in the room. A sound you mostly feel that’s hear. What the hell would cause that? Turned out to be a generator out by the road. Good times. I still got 8 hours of beautiful sleep. I needed it for the hell ride to Chicago.
“Hell” in this case was just intense flatland boredom. Farmland. Prairies. More farmland.
It really was spectacularly depressing and stunning scenery. It often makes me wonder how the hell settlers got past this shit? I would’ve come across this hellish site and given up completely. No wagons are going through that! It goes on forever. Crazy.
The rest of the ride to Chicago was all about managing boredom, hydrating, fill ups, eating on occasion, and not quitting. As I feared before the trip even started, the Interstate system is mind numbing. Trucks, more trucks, campers, and more trucks. All doing 80 miles per hour for hundreds of miles. Then you hit the first wave of Wisconsin drivers. Good lord.
Wisconsin is lush and green and less boring than the 2nd half of South Dakota or the entire stretch of Minnesota that I-94 passes through. No pictures except this rest stop. I was on a mission.
Needless to say I made it to Chicago. Drank my last remaining beer, and ordered a pizza.