The Stop That We Didn't Stop For

Today was a bit hellish. It started with a South Dakota storm at 2am. It continued with hot breath in my face, a 145lbs of dogs crawling backward on it's belly to get out from between the bed and the wardrobe and two cranky adults. Great combo...right?

After one poor cranky husband got EVERYTHING done by himself and one cranky wife got some tylenol and food it started to look up. Until Iowa that is.

The flooding is something horrible in parts of South Dakota, Nebraska, and Iowa. We drove by parks with water up past the slides. Trees buried up to the tops in places. Fields of crops covered in a sheet of water. Sometimes in Iowa but especially in South Dakota you could only tell if it was originally a pond or a field by the GPS pictures. We saw some dirt roads in Eastern South Dakota that we'd swear had been raised up about 6 feet just to combat the water. Some of the flooded fields even had ripples or waves on the water. We drove down one such road as they were building the road. Dump trucks, bulldozers, and something strung in the water right along the side of the road to break the waves to help with the erosion.

Then in Iowa the freeway was shut down. I29 was shutdown north of Omaha and according to the Iowa DOT radio did not open again until Rockport, MO.

Here's where the funny kicks in. Our GPS device is notoriously stubborn which is fitting with his Scots voice. He tried to reroute us back to I29 for about 45 minutes. We tried to follow the detour signs but somewhere around 30 miles EAST of I29 they disappeared. I tried to route us around to a place to cross over the river only to find I'd chosen the wrong road. I called the campground for help as soon as my cell phone coverage kicked back in but I was 45 minutes south of the road I needed to be on. The campsite was still about 20 minutes south of the road I needed to be on.

At this point we've been on the road since 9:17 am and it's just after 4:30. My driver was tired, cranky, hungry, low on gas, low on patience and we weren't turning around. I wasn't about to argue. The nearest open campground was still an hour away but that was ok. We could do the Omaha Zoo another year. A potentially less wet year. A potentially less heartbreaking year for those affected.

For now we are somewhere in Missouri... again. There is a pond behind us, a playground in front of us, the A/C is turned off, the vent is turned on, the windows are open and nature is chirping. Once you've arrived at a campground, had your dinner, and settled in for the night it doesn't seem to matter about the stop we didn't make or the Zoo we won't get to go to. Even the occasional sound of a car driving by is comforting.


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