Oh, the bottle rockets ceaseless clamor, Avril Lavigne on the loudspeaker, kept us up all night, but the flag was still there.
Luckily, the riding between Pollock and Akaska was superb. More gently rolling hills of wheat and grass under a blue sky, mild temps on the bike, and the wind to our backs.
For lunch we rolled into the cutest small town we've hit yet, Mobridge, SD. They have a glorious park with shade trees, lush grass, flowers, and a fountain. We haven't really seen much verdant green for some time. We had lunch under a tree on the grass, and nice gentleman brought us sodas and watermelon after talking to us about our trip. Then we lay in the shade and napped.
It was hard leave Mobridge, it's park, and the grocery store that smelled of fresh baking bread behind, but to stay would have meant a very long day to Pierre. So, we took some bad local advice on route choice and headed out of town.
After 10 miles of gravel road we crested a hill to see all of Akaska laid out before our eyes - two paved roads, and six total blocks. There's only one paved road into Akasa, and the post office is only open from 10:00am to 10:30am, if the carrier shows up on time.
We ended up camping next to the campground hosts RV because it was the only shade in the campsite, and got a couple free beers and some peanuts before the past couple days caught up with us and we fell asleep on the grass.
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