The Time I Was Santa Claus
So today was the day we hit six states (so technically I am Santa) after actually doing some touring before leaving, a never before seen feat of danger. I was woken early by my darling parents so that our family could partake in an outing to the falls of Sioux Falls, which turned out to be very pretty. They’re the result of a retreating glacier after all. Mum and Dad had checked them out last night and they informed me and Isaac that they were worth seeing, so we set out in the early hours of my morning. There are even the remnants of a grain mill, that should have been a huge thing in the economy, but was shut down after a scarce two years of use, when they had a hard time keeping it running. A waste of such a massive project. We spent forty-five minutes there and then went back to pack up Smaug. In leaving South Dakota, we ended up in Minnesota, home of the fabled Vikings, and the only reason I know they exist is because of How I Met Your Mother. Thanks Ted. After those very exciting fifteen minutes, we were in Iowa, where there is lots and lots of corn. We drove through those for quite a while and they were green, living their corny lives. We then detoured through Nebraska and one of it’s cities, Omaha, the first big city I’ve been in since our departure eleven days ago. Omaha happens to be the setting for one of my favourite books,
Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell, so that was kind of neat. We didn’t get a chance to actually stop in Omaha, because our trailer was rather large. After another considerable amount of driving, we crossed into the state of Kansas when we entered it’s capital. But we aren’t in Kansas anymore Toto, as our KOA is on the Missouri side. That was the tale of our dramatic journey across many states in the holy lands of America. We completed this particular set of adventures at 5:30pm, when we were shown into our site by one of the men working here. As he was guiding Dad into the spot, the pitbull from next door unceremoniously pulled his owner off her seat at the picnic table and tried to bite the guy. So that’s reassuring, having a hostile dog ten feet from the back of our trailer. Luckily they’re leaving in the morning and the guy that works here told them that if their dog was out for any reason other than to go to the bathroom, he would kick them out of his KOA. Excitingness all around. But we made our destination in time for the 4th of July. Fireworks on the morrow. Peace out m8s.
