Well, I-90 was still closed this morning but I took a chance that it would be open before I got to the closed portion of it. The gamble paid off and I was on my way. Sure, conditions were a bit ugly but the road was passable and I made it through the storm battered section. There were some significant remnants still at Rapid City where the roadway into the information centre was a single lane dug out of a six foot high snow drift.
I stopped at Mount Rushmore and admired the view through a few snow flakes. That about sums up the excitement for the day unless you count getting turned around in Billings while looking for a place to stay for the night.
The best part, though, has to be the note on top of an old rag in the bathroom of the hotel room at the Days Inn:
I’m nothing but a pile of rags – living a life forlorn…I am old, tattered, torn, but clean…But Wait!! I can still be put to work…if you dear guest would give me a break.
Use me for heaven’s sake…Clean your shoes, wipe your windshield or car…
I am tattered but clean and ready to be used in place of a "fluffy" towel.Come the morn and your windshield is wet with dew and grimy with road dirt – use me instead of the towel.
When I am grimy and beyond your use, throw me on the floor to be cleaned and used again.
Thanks,
The Rag
Now, I’ll be the first to admit that it’s absolutely abominably written but it did give me a chuckle.