Among the surprises of rhubarb pie being really good, the Purple Pie Place is a Wi-Fi hotspot. So hello, blog. I am alive, and I am travelling through the Black Hills of South Dakota just west of the Badlands.
‘Nuff said.
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Am writing from Lakefront Electronics’ free public Wi-Fi spot in St. Ignace, Michigan. I just helped Clyde, the owner, switch his SSID to his store name. I hope he manages to convince the town to make the lake front street a huge Wi-Fi hotspot. Good luck, Clyde.
Sara and I have been camping each night for a week (with gourmet steak dinners to boot), visited Montrèal and drove through Ontario. (Toronto’s really nice.) Tonight it’s through Michigan, eventually to Chicago and then a swing out westward. Lots of state parks in Idaho, so we’ll be fine.
Life is good. :)
It’s amazing how big this place feels without her here. I should be cleaning, I know, but instead I can barely bring myself to make breakfast. I’ve just now begun to heat some canned soup.
It’s just one night. She’ll be back with the car tomorrow. In the mean time, however, I find myself wishing I still had cable television service.