Sunday night we started our trek out to our Canadian tour. Driving through the norther mid west is like driving through a time warp. All that exists is a lot of nothing, more nothing, and then every five hours you might pass a little town that looks like people should be riding horses and be ready for a gang of bandits to stick them up.
somewhere in Nevada
Wyoming
South Dakota
North Dakota
Also, don't believe the myths. There's no pot of gold at the end of rainbows. 
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