Montana Sucks, North Dakota has Oil, and South Dakota needs to Learn How to Sing

I love a good adventure. I also enjoy a little reggae music.  Take those two things, 2 national parks, and karaoke night in South Dakota and it comes out to be a pretty good weekend.

I spent last week working in North Dakota.  I had never been to North Dakota.  There's not much to it.  Especially in Crosby, ND, population 1,089 (1,090 last week).  I left on Monday and traveled through Montana, and arrived upon my destination, just 5 miles south of Canada, just in time to enjoy a t-bone steak on Samson's tab.  If you have been following my blog this summer you have probably learned that I like lists.  And since I'm always trying to look at the cup half full, here is my list of things I enjoyed from North Dakota.

• Northern Accents

Ok, so North Dakota sucks.  It's ok though, because they have oil and I got paid.  This entry isn't about ND though.  It is about adventure.  It all began on the way home.  I left ND Friday with some bread, gatorade, and my sleeping bag in the back of my truck.  I drove throughout the day and arrived in Rapid City, SD around 7 or so.  My plans were simply to find a coffee shop with free internet and waste about 3 hours.  I found what has become one of my favorite coffee shops (although chances are I will never go there again) in Alternative Fuels, located in downtown Rapid City.  This place was great, but like all great things, not perfect.  Karaoke.  It is not necessarily a bad thing, but I think SD needs a few lessons in Karaoke.

1. It's not a concert. I feel as if I should be able to answer my phone whenever I please without having to exit the building.
2. A few bad singers are kind of fun to make fun of every now and then, but it gets old when the same crappy person sings 3 songs in a row.
3. If no one wants to sing, just give it a break. DJ funky mamma needs to take a few minutes off.

So this was a solid few hours of entertainment.  After the coffee shop closed I walked outside only to hear the sounds of South Africa.  Just down the street from the coffee shop there was a reggae band playing at a block party.  This was great, and I listened to every Bob Marley song on my ipod after the concert.  It was finally time for sleep.  Now when you are by yourself in a tourist town where you can't find a decent room for under $100 dollars what do you do? You got it, I busted out my sleeping bag in the back seat of the truck and slept like a baby for 6 straight hours.  

I woke up the next morning hungry and with an idea.  In this tourist town with many many expensive hotels, I figured it would be easy to find a free breakfast.  I was right.  I drove down to the local Quality Inn and found their breakfast bar where I enjoyed a waffle and delightful conversation from a nice family from Kansas. 

Now it was time to continue my along my journey to the main attraction. Mount Rushmore. I understand many people may find this national monument lame and not everything it's cracked up to be, but I am not one of those people.  I am the nerdy guy who goes there by himself and spends two hours taking pictures (some of which can be seen on fbook) and watching the video on how it was made. If you haven't been to Mount Rushmore before I would suggest you put it somewhere around half way down your list for semi-near future enjoyment. After seeing the giant heads of my country's great presidents, I went to the second national park on my list, Devil's Tower. This was neat, but once again in a nerdy geologist kind of way. Finally my adventure was over and I continued home.

So what did I learn from this experience you ask? I love tourism. I'm a sucker for it. Some people want to go to the places where there is no one, but not me. I mean, if there are thousands and thousands of people who want to see this "tourist trap" every year, it's got to be pretty cool right? So there, I said it. I'm not ashamed.  I'm a tourist. Bring on Jackson Hole and Yellowstone!