South Dakota is one of those “once in a lifetime” kind of places. A place where you (literally) have a beer with the mayor an hour after you get into town. It’s a kind of unspoiled plain trying to hold on to the legends of Doc Holliday cowboy saloons of Deadwood from a hundred years ago. But silly as it may be, it kind of works. When you’re staying in a town like Miller, South Dakota and you have to prepare for Sunday because 100 percent of the restaurants (3 our of 3) are closed, you really start to develop a sense for what “small town” is all about. Lucky for us, the South Dakota state fair happened while we were in town, a measly hour away. I had never seen a donkey beauty pageant before, but there’s a first time for everything.
There is plenty in Asia that I will never understand no matter what I do, but I don’t get South Dakota at all either. And if Wall Drug and the world’s only corn palace can’t help me out, there might not be much hope. But I’m sure glad I went. Oh, and the badlands are absolutely stunning. And Sioux Falls is really, honestly worth a solid look. The state surprised me in a lot of ways. I'm just glad I left before the snow storm two days later.