There isn’t a good term for gale-force winds that flatten your tent out on the plains of South Dakota and send you running to your car, realizing that it isn’t necessarily so safe either and running farther to the cinderblock bathroom structure to wait out the thunder and lightning that linger overhead, deafeningly, for an hour, illuminating the whole campground with each flash, revealing that everyone else’s tent is stronger. It turns out that if there isn’t an actual twister involved, there also isn’t a precise term for 90 mile an hour winds, hail the size of nickels and a three foot flash flood in downtown Omaha either. Did you know that the first cheese/macaroni product was packaged in Omaha? I didn’t either. Highlights: the Bemis, the Badlands, KILI. The Star, which makes pies from scratch.
Skippable: Crazy Horse, which I really wanted to see but then I wasn’t ready for the Americana of it all. A lot like Space Farms (which you can find at http://www.spacefarms.com/, which is loud and cheesy so I’m not linking to it direct-like) in its total lack of context for the huge (huge) array of artifacts. A mighty jumble of bottles, razors, books, moccasins, guns, arrowheads, bead work, paintings of bison and wolves howling at the moon and Lakota leaders of yore. A mighty jumble of Americans with big cars and sugar sodas. I buy that Mount Rushmore needs some sort of counterweight, and maybe this is it. Maybe one carved mountain deserves another. I just couldn’t dig it. What is really too bad (besides the more obvious too-bads out there) is that the Badlands within Pine Ridge are covered with unexploded ordinance and the visitors to the White River ranger station are few and far between, which means that most visitors to the Badlands spend very little time thinking about what we’ve done. About forcing children off to boarding schools and about mass murder and about treaties upon treaties that were empty lies and about using the reservation as a bombing range, just because we can. You can hike the whole of the north unit and never consider the history of America’s role there, a role that isn’t finished yet. You actually have to drive down to Pine Ridge to even find out that the reason there aren’t hiking trails in the Stronghold or Palmer Units is that they’re blanketed with UXO we dropped not all that long ago.
Our big regret was that we didn’t find KILI in time to hear the list of specials at Betty’s in time to find it and dine there. I’m hungry just thinking about it and I already had too much black eyed peas, biscuits, garden salad and chocolate cake tonight.
I’ll post some photos of the flood in Omaha, maybe, if N. can figure out how to send them from his crackberry to me. The rest are all film-only and since we still haven’t developed the roll we took on our honeymoon, I wouldn’t expect miracles.
Mostly, though, I wanted to give thanks for CSA vegetables after a week of diners and what you can cook on a backpacking stove.
PS. Congratulations Arif. You’re glad we didn’t get stuck in Minneapolis because I was all set to phone you guys up and I think you were busy.