Well, in case you missed it, last week's Double Americana was picturesque. We played the song everybody knows, "Home on the Range," because it was literally our experience, except that there were a few clouds on our first day. We were camped in Badlands National Park in South Dakota for a few days, enjoying some time to ourselves. The temperature had dropped and felt like Fall, the prairie dogs were chittering all around our camper driving our road dogs crazy, and the bighorn
It's Monday morning and we are parked in the Wall Drug parking lot, just outside the Badlands in South Dakota. The dogs and I just howled like coyotes in our excitement of the cold weather and the celebration of the end of another long weekend of fun, but tiring, shows. Scott is doing an inventory of our refrigerator, pulling the nearly too-far-gone tomatoes and the wilting cabbage out, "The radish green and radishes on the bottom right should probably go," I say. "Ooooh,"