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Canada
2013
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As soon as my eyes
pop open, I am up and at it. I generally have things sorted the night before
so vacating a room is a pretty quick operation for me. |
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My main
company this morning are the trains and they seem to go on forever. |
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The temperatures
are quite pleasant and I really enjoy that. I figure the closer I get to
the Holler, the more I'll be wishing for some of this weather. |
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It looks like it
will be another beautiful sunrise I'll get the privilege of experiencing
on the road. |
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I notice an old
homestead and wonder how far it used to be from a passable road before the
interstate was built. |
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Further along I
see some real cowboys that are wearing cowboy hats - not just another 'hat
act'. |
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The road is a little
rough, but I guess the hard winters take a heavy toll on the highways up
here. |
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At least if road
construction is any indication as I hit yet another construction zone followed
by ... |
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another construction
zone. |
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I see this interesting
old stone farm house and barn and it appears that someone built it to last
for a long time. |
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I haven't had breakfast
and I have been seeing the signs for Wall Drugs for a while. I've been through
this area many times but never stopped. So I decide today is the day since
I'm in need of gas and breakfast and all I have waiting on me is a motel
room. It's not too far off the interstate and it appears to be quite busy. |
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But they have a
nice buffet and lots of seating area and know how to handle large crowds.
I get in, get my grub, and find a seat a lot quicker than I first thought
that I would. |
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The food is good
and it is plentiful and I'm the man for the job. |
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I meet with the
challenge and quickly bring the subject into submission. |
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It's a pretty neat
tourist type place with lots of pictures and interesting exhibits like...
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Mr. Bear and ... |
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Mr. Buffalo of whom
I met their relatives numerous times in the Yukon and BC. |
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They have stuff
for kids to do also so they can get their likeness captured - for a price. |
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Soon
it's time to move on, but I wonder if I have waited too late judging by
the 'age' of this creature ... |
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This construction
zone seems to go on forever but ... |
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finally I break
out in to clear again. |
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When I pass by this
place, I remember it from a previous ride. It is old western movie set that
has been preserved and now is a tourist stop. |
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Further down the
road, I pass a cattle herd. I grew up around cattle, but we never had a
herd anywhere close to this size. |
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Soon it's time for
another fuel stop as I enter South Dakota. |
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South Dakota has
a surprising number of lakes as I discovered one year when I rode across
it. |
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And they also have
some pretty strange 'sculptures' along the road. |
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When I come to this
junction, I try to recall how many times have I been through it but my fingers
and toes are busy so I fail miserably. |
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As I head south
toward Nebraska and Missouri, there's a nice river that runs along the road
for a while. |
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Pretty soon I am
in the thick of farming country. |
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Then I approach
the outskirts of Omaha proper. |
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As I get into town,
I see these things and they make me want to scratch my head. Their symbolism
escapes my simple mind, nevertheless I'm sure some artist got paid good
money for them. |
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As I get to the
other side of town, I do see a form of more pedestrian art that I can understand
- a water tower made into coffee pot. It is both functional and artful and
I bet the price was quite a bit lower than the previous objects. |
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As I enter into
Missouri, the land flattens out even more and fields get larger and larger. |
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Large enough in
fact for a crop duster to ply his trade successfully. |
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It's been a long
day, but I believe I will beat the sun down to my motel. |
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I decide since this
is my last night on the road, that I will treat myself at the Red Lobster.
It's a short walk from my motel and about the best thing going on in this
area. |
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I'm quickly seated and my server
comes to my table. She says -
"My name is Christy and
I'll be serving you tonight. I'm not the sharpest pencil in the box but
I will try hard."
I tell her, "Well, I'm
not either so we should be just fine."
You can tell that she has had
some challenges in life but she is still in the hunt. And I can't remember
when I have had better service from anyone in a restaurant. The food is
excellent and she makes my meal very enjoyable with her constant attention
to whatever I need.
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Then she 'forces'
me to order dessert and boy is it a dandy! |
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And following my
mother's rules, I'm sure to clean my plate. In fact I almost pick it up
and lick it but I know that would be in bad taste in a public place. |
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Needless to say,
Miss Christy gets a nice tip and I also stop by and tell the manager what
an asset she is to her place. Then I waddle slowly back to my room with
'breakfast' in hand since I boxed some of supper to have room for dessert.
Before long, the eyelids fall over the eyes from the weight of supper and
I find resistance futile. |
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