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Next up--like batting at balls that come your way on I-90--is the Murdo car museum.  For you non-car buffs (why are you checking this website?) I think you'd like this place too.  There's a new diner with a 1957 Chevy on the roof and some of the counters are made out of sides of cars. 

That afternoon I was hit with a strange sleep thing.  I blame it on the allergy pill I took.  I could NOT keep my eyes open and felt like I'd been driving for years.  So I pulled over and conked out for 1/2 hour.  Drove awhile, then had to pull over again.  Got a little further and for the third time I parked and slept for 30 minutes. 

Not feeling all that refreshed I wheeled into Wall Drug, a phenomenon that got started in the 1920's when Dorothy Hustead said let's put up signs on the highway telling everyone they can get free ice water from us.  I notice that Ted and Bob have their name in 3 feet high letters but I don't see Dorothy's name anywhere.  Oh, well, just enjoy your 5 cent cup of coffee and a buffalo burger and shut up.  That's no typo--5 cents.

But Wall Drug is a kitsch museum all by itself.  You can wander around in there for days having your picture taken with bar room hussies, slo-eyed cowboys, mountain men, jackalopes, a gorilla, prospectors and even Mount Rushmore scaled down to 1-story. 

To counter this barrage of really silly stuff (which I love) I decided I should balance it with a tiny trip into the Badlands National Park.  Get my geology hit for the week.  Nice idea, poor execution.  Jessica, the park ranger entry person, provided a map.  The road choice on the part of the driver was the WORST and nearly beat both me and Seno to pieces.  Both rear fenders are now speckled with paint chips.  We both look road weary.  At one point I thought, "I might just as well light fire to the car, it would be quicker and less painful."  I don't know how long the road was but it took hours to get off of it and hit Highway 44 into Rapid City.

Motel 6 is hidden from all major highways and is even located at the end of a deadend.  This qualifies it for roadster lodging.  It was quite secure from people but not for the moths.  This area of South Dakota is experiencing a plague of miller moths.  They even made the front page of the newspaper here.  My room had at least a dozen in it and when I opened Seno up for our new day in South Dakota, moths flew out in a swarm.  According to the newspaper, they'll all be dead in about a week and they don't eat wool and lay eggs like your regular household moths.  Doesn't make them any less creepy.