|Note how the handlebars are canted sideways? The front wheel was stuck in a really deep rut & I damn near didn't get out of it. A family of spectators stood by watching my ordeal Probably posted it on Facebook.|
|Long, long shot with a cheap camera operated by a shaky photographer|
|Used my Fuzzy lens for this close up. Yup.|
|Oh man, this is THE place, the real deal!|
|It's like, Wally World on steroids!|
|They're all in here, the snake palace, the Taj MacSnake, Whoa!|
|No doubt he's still seeing green circles|
|This guy tried to say something to me but his English isn't so good and I couldn't get what he was saying.|
|Birds can be somewhat feisty around tourists. Unfriendly even. Bad bird, no cookie!|
|Yeah, like I'm gonna touch that sucker? I don't think so.|
Outside the sunny day was perfect for reptile watching.
|The snake handler was showing how unfriendly Cobras can be if startled. Definitely not nice critters.|
He put on a fascinating show, draped a huge Python over his shoulders - it weighed over a hundred pounds. I kept thinking how it might looked all filleted out ready for a big iron skillet. More hissing.
When the snake show was done everyone headed over to the gator pond for another show.. Same guy shows up to do the lecture, Mr Multi-tasker himself. He fooled around with them, told us what the differences are between gators & crocks. I already knew, crocks make better shoes. I stayed for the show just the same, you never know what you might pick up in the way of tricks, like how to mount up on a gator, stuff like that. Handy stuff..
|Easy there sweetheart...|
|Alright, let 'er rip!|
There was another show following this but I'd had enough for one day and decided to move on. The morning was nearly over and I'd begun thinking about food. Back on the slab I rode east for another forty miles or so when all of a sudden there were signs for Wall Drug Store. The Big One. The Granddaddy of them all! So much for my day's mileage goal, this was turning out to be fun!
|Tell me everything you know about Lyndell's big longhorn. Don't leave anything out.|
While visiting Wall's I stumbled into a small shop selling pharmaceutical items and I remembered I'm supposed to be taking something for my low-level "electrolytes", the cause of muscle cramps. Pickle juice isn't all that easy to carry around so Gatorade is the next best thing. I asked the lady clerk where I might find some and she pointed me towards Wall Foods two blocks down the street, "you can't miss it." I missed it twice. The third time I found a gas station complete with a convenience store that sold Gatorade and a Subway shop! I'm now an old hand at ordering up a meat-a-ball sub weetha mozzarella and plenty-a-marinara ona Italian bun. Lunch today was a replay of yesterday with the left-over half saved for dinner.
Leaving town slightly heavier than when I arrived I came upon a tempting sign posted by an exit, another unscheduled diversion but highly compelling.
It turned out to lead nowhere and I was tempted to see if I could pinch it but being unfamiliar with SD laws regarding such matters I left it as is. A little further along I decided seeing the infamous Badlands was in order, I felt sure I could find a place to stay the night if the hour grew late.
|This was the place, still don't know what all the fuss was about|
I was riding through the Rosebud Sioux Reservation and stopped for what I thought was an entrance to their tribal offices. Turned out to be a cemetery. What is it with cemeteries and me anyway? I didn't go in.
Tomorrow? Why east of course.