At four o'clock we pulled off I-90 at Murdo, South Dakota, found a fifty-dollar motel room (old and tiny, but spotless, and not stinky), and listened to the proprietor tell us about his feud with the lady across the street. We had first pulled into her property, but noticed it was a combination motel/bar and decided against staying there. I have nothing against drinking, but I don't want to try sleeping at a bar.
|It wasn't a bad place to stay.|
After we checked in, we walked up the street to check out a car museum.
It was first and foremost a car museum, but there were lots of other interesting things there.
Back in the 1930's, this is what a motel looked like. Only they called them cabins back then. If you get the opportunity, watch "It Happened One Night" and you'll understand.
We spent a couple of hours at the museum, then went back to the motel where I fixed supper on our propane camp stove. I had frozen the last of a batch of chili I cooked while our son's family was visiting and tossed it into the cooler before we left home. All I had to do was take it out of the ice chest and heat it up; an easy meal.
The only problem we had on this day of travel was poor reception on our cell phones. Let's hear it for T-Mobile... NOT!
I believe it was while we were at this location that we found out our daughter's white counts were low, and she had to go into the hospital for a couple of days. Quite a downer, and we wondered if we should have left home at all. Have I mentioned lately how much I hate cancer? Or how much we love our daughter?