I’ll start with an admission; I am not a morning person. This is why I think that all hotels/hostels should follow the same rule as the University Inn in Minneapolis, and have check-out at noon. Even then, we only just made it in time, but I was spurred on by knowing that our first port of call was Denny’s. I know Americans tend to view it as a bit scuzzy and crappy, but I love Denny’s breakfasts. As it had been a while since I last had one, and I was really hungry, I went for the Lumberjack slam:
Two sausages, two strips of bacon, a slice of ham, hash browns, two eggs (scrambled, with cheese), two slices of toast, two pancakes, coffee.
The waiter asked jokingly if we “had enough food,” which I took as a challenge. I ate the lot and got a refill on the coffee. Foolish man, doubting my eating abilities. Oh, and this cracked me up:
The sign says “leave at 74, do not change.” Someone done goofed.
We paid up and hit the road, and I got my first experience of driving through the midwest. It’s pretty incredible…
Gaylord. *snicker*
We broke the journey in a little town called New Ulm. I didn’t take many pictures, and I don’t know why, because it’s a really cool little place. We went to a locals’ bar and drank the local brew; Schell. The brewery is just on the outskirts of town, so we drank up and drove to the brewery to take the tour – as it happened, the tour only runs in season, but we still looked around the gift shop. Steph got me a Grain Belt (iconic Minnesota beer) t-shirt, and we each got Grain Belt branded Rubik’s cubes. I asked the woman if I could have it for free if I solved it, but no dice. On the way out, we stopped at the “Eagle Roller Mill Company” because not only was the building cool, but the warehouse next to it has “Welcome to New Ulm” on it in big letters. Observe:
More photos of New Ulm:
Here’s some photos from the Schell brewery:
They had customised bricks, but we messed up the photo:
They also had a peacock…
…but I was dreadful at trying to sneak up on it:
*sniggers*
We didn’t take too many photos from then on, because we were too busy getting lost and driving thirty miles in the wrong direction (and of course, thirty miles back.) We crossed the state line into South Dakota, and then stuff got creepy.
The approach to Brookings (where Steph lives) is surrounded by wind turbines and radio towers, and due to there being a few local airfields, they are all equipped with flashing red lights. As we were approaching by night, we were surrounded by miles and miles of pitch black flat farmland… and loads of these weird lights all blinking in unison. We put War of the Worlds on and creeped ourselves out for the last half an hour of the five hour drive (that took close to nine hours with stops and detours). I tried getting a video, but it was pretty unsuccessful. You can see the lights, but you just don’t get the spine-tingling feeling:
We got home and drank some of the Bell’s Two-Hearted ale we’d stopped for before leaving Minnesota, then watched half of Sweet & Lowdown and went to sleep.
Goodnight, South Dakota.