Mandy and I are accompanying my folks on a cross-country trek to Seattle for my sister’s wedding. We spent most of today on I-90, and have stopped off in Fairmont, Minnesota, for the first hotel stop. This is my first time in Minnesota. While the parts of the state within two miles of the Mississippi River are quite scenic, the rest of the place is dead flat and smells like manure. That said, we just got back from a restaurant with the friendliest waitstaff I’ve ever experienced. That Minnesota dialect is no joke, people. You will succumb to the niceness.

Tomorrow we’ll head into South Dakota, and hopefully have time for Mt. Rushmore and Deadwood. I’m itching to see Deadwood. Cocksuckers.