Well houses are a blessing mostly but a little cursed because we had unpacked everything. So it took us three hours to make breakfast and sort it all and get it in the car and we left right as the rain hit.

Unlike most days, the rain was fantastic cause we had a tailwind! Which blew the water away from our faces and made the going easy... for the first ten minutes. Then the storm passed and we had headwinds the entire next 74 miles to the Missouri.

We stopped at a little cafe to have a last lunch with my mom. They had good coffee but had run out of pickles. It's been so good having her here. My mom's my rock and my springboard, keeping me grounded, encouraging me to fly. We said our final goodbyes outside a grocery store in Bonesteel. It took a little while.

The rest of the way, we just had South Dakota's tell-tale rolling hills. Coming up on the river was magnificent. The water appears to your left and we hit it just as the sun was setting below the bucolic hills and it's always nice to end a ride on a mile of downhill. We pulled into the south shore camping area just before Fort Randall dam and found out we had the entire place to ourselves.

Million dollar view from our hammocks, baby. We finished off our beers from the night before and ate our leftovers cold cause it was so warm out. Half a book later, I slept restlessly but cozy in the parachute fabric, prepping for an early start the next morning.

Listening to: Strangers