This should be the shortest post yet, because Jack and I did almost nothing today. Did we see the state capitol or roam around Pierre? Nope. Did we check out a decent restaurant or two? Nope. Did we do any shopping? Nope.
In fact, the two of us never even left the King’s Inn motel. Continental breakfast, serious wi-fi/blog catchup, watch golf on TV, work on route options, use in-house laundry machines. Bill and Roger came over to visit. We discussed route options and decided it’d be a lot smarter for them to stay in our room tonight, instead of them riding 7 miles out of town to last night’s stealth site (behind a big roll of hay), then 7 miles back in the morning to get on route. Jack and I ordered pizza, again, by delivery. Hey, at least we used a different company.
We watched baseball for a while, but then realized we should be watching replays of today’s Tour stage and so tuned in to catch most of it. And th-th-that’s about it folks. Roger and Bill slept on our floor, using extra pillows and camping mattresses and comforters. One peaceful and restful and recuperative day. And we really needed it.