South Dakota went on and on. But we finally did cross over. I was driving and Sammy was sleeping. The state line snuck up on me. That photo was meant to be of the sign. I was late snapping it, I guess.
We switched drivers one last time. I was glad to be done at the wheel. Not a huge fan of driving in general and I had seen more than enough prairie to last me a lifetime. The entire trip I kept getting Oklahoma! songs stuck in my head. There was a "bright golden haze" on every blessed meadow we passed.
In hour 30, I sanity was running low. It was around this time that I noticed the number of bugs that were inadvertently congregating on the windshield. Out here there seem to be more bugs than I am used to seeing and they also seemed larger than normal. As their flames of life were snuffed out, their insides streaked across our windshield in what (at the time) seemed like a very artistic way. I began rating the splats. There were several categories: size of splat, shape of splat, and juiciness. This one got about a 9 out of 10 I think.
After a particularly juicy one plastered itself directly in Sammy's line of vision, he said, "Eeww" and gave the glass a vigorous round of wiper fluid. This did not help as much as you might hope because in the same second another bug appeared in almost exactly the same spot, sending me into a hysterical fit of laughter that continued for far longer than I am willing to admit.
Hour 31 of travel:
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