I started my third day driving on “The Road to Nowhere” with fairly low expectations for what I’d find south of North Platte, Neb.
For the most part, Kansas proved those expectations were warranted.
Experiencing the world -- or at least my small part of it -- one minor diversion at a time ...
I started my third day driving on “The Road to Nowhere” with fairly low expectations for what I’d find south of North Platte, Neb.
Poolside at the Hilton Las Palmeras Vacation Resort, Orlando, Fla. |
It can happen to anyone on vacation. No matter your level of travel experience, you’ve let your guard down, and now you’re cornered by someone I like to call the “pitch person.”
He or she may look like they’re acting in some official capacity for a tourism bureau or visitor’s center or maybe the place you’re staying, but they’re real job is to sell you something … and it’s very pricy. It may start innocently with a question like: “Are you enjoying your stay here?” “Have you seen this attraction or that site yet?” “Would you like to come back?”
Then the pitch person hits you with the offer. And it seems like it’s worth it at the time. Maybe you’re offered free tickets to an attraction, or free dinner vouchers, or free points added to your hotel chain’s rewards program. Perhaps it’s even a combination of freebies. All you have to do is one thing – sit through a timeshare presentation.
After navigating a lengthy section of "deconstructed" highway, followed by a quick drive through the Rosebud Tribe reservation (including a rather impressive and seemingly out of place casino on the South Dakota-Nebraska state line), it was mid-afternoon on one of my longest days of driving down the “Road To Nowhere.” And I still had one of the loneliest stretches of U.S. 83 ahead of me before day’s end – the sandhills of west-central Nebraska.
Before that, however, I wisely made a rest stop at the first sign of civilization just nine miles past the South Dakota border. And it turned to be a very worthwhile stop in lovely Valentine, Neb.
The first leg of my road trip down U.S. Highway 83 (aka
“The Road To Nowhere”) through the heart of the country yielded some unexpected
fun in North Dakota, such as Fort Mandan and the Lawrence Welk Birthplace. What would the second leg through South
Dakota bring?
The answer: Outside of Pierre, not much, unless you count an unanticipated off-road adventure.
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