Day 10: Sioux Falls, South Dakota

South Dakota’s biting flies – egads!! They appear as if from nowhere and permeate the space; in the car, in the camper, smack! smack! They’re no joke, the sting is so rude, so out of the blue. On this particular evening in Sioux Falls, we pulled into a family campground called Jellystone. Some of you attuned to the RV world know just what I’m referring to. Am I correct in comparing it to the campers’ carnival? Maybe on a smaller scale. Yogi bear may be enough of a draw, but add in the toy store, wade-in pool with fountains (and tiki bar for parents), trampoline-like pillow park, basketball court, go-carts and scooters… it was a bit of culture shock from the tranquil quietude of Farm Island. While it wasn’t really my bag, I can appreciate the appeal – and the draw for the maxed out property on a Wednesday night with over 100 degree temps. The water in the pool felt heavenly. Henry made no qualms about dive-bombing anyone and everyone happening upon his path and I was exhausted at an attempt to keep him close. This photo is grossly inaccurate to my memory of how many humans were in that pool. I suppose everyone will have a different memory of things. Henry, at age 3, may even remember this one.