I think we had left Mt. Rushmore and headed east towards the ever exciting badlands. Hmmm . . . there really isn't much to say about them. They weren't particularly mean or anything, just desolate, but I've seen that before. We drove, for a long time, and then drove some more. And eventually, we were in Sioux Falls, SD. THANK GOD! We've made it though the badlands, to a bastion of intillenctualism. Mark and I were forced to stop, and read Chaucer of a cup of tea while debating the application of the slippery slope to ethical situations. By the time we left Sioux Falls we had revitalized ourselves, ready for our trek to Nashville. . . or we drove through that po-dunk town quickly on route to Sioux City, Iowa. Really, there aren't a lot of big cities in the middle of the country.

So we stop in Sioux City for two reasons. It was around the middle of the day, and we were both itching for a shower on some level. If we kept driving we would end up in Nasvhille at 4 in the morning, and I wasn't too down with that. So we were going to spend some time taking care of shit.

Step one was a shower. Mark took the reigns and gave us two options: KOA or the YMCA. There was a third possible option of a truck stop, but since we were in the big city, the odds of finding one were low. We passed a KOA and decided that was the best option. Mark's plan, was to basically walk in like we own the place, go straight to the showers, shower and leave. I was a little skeptical, especially with it being close to a holiday, but to Mark's credit it went off without a hitch. It was nice to feel clean again, although I did have one problem. I leaned down to wash my legs and nailed my head against the tile wall. Lesson learned, in a narrow shower, don't bend over. Shit, my machine is having issues. I need to shit down and go at this again.