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A house, nestled in the high bluffs. Looks like a pretty nice place to me.

Guess where this was taken. The concrete teepee was a particularly nice touch, though I wonder if it is authentic. I thought that the native Americans had not possessed concrete until the 1900's. We had just entered South Dakota.

This is the river in the middle of the city of Sioux Falls. It is a pretty little city, and a very clean place, as are most of the towns in Dakota.

Here are the two mighty adventurers, lounging at their camp. These seasoned, and worthy travelers have been living out of the substantial vehicle which waits patiently behind them.

A look out the window of the van, at our camp ground in South Dakota. It is morning, and we are about to shower, and prepare for another day of travel.

Another view of the river at Sioux Falls. This was from our campground, which was just on the outskirts of town.

My first view of the Missouri, in over ten years. I was relieved to find that it was still right were I had left it. This was taken from a high hill overlooking the river.

A heavily built, rail bridge which crosses into the west.

Here is another view of the Missouri, a bit further down stream from the bridges.

The rolling plains that we have left behind us, though the land we will spend the rest of the day traveling through will seem little different. We are still standing on the bluffs overlooking the Missouri River.

More tourists, and sightseers. The west is crawling with them (us) during the tourist season. The rolling hills above the river are as pleasant as the bluffs by the Mississippi, if a bit less impressive.

A view of the interstate, down at the bottom of the hill. Off in the distance is the rail bridge, and a small town. There are many thousands of vacationers, and other travelers on the road, this time of year, far outnumbering the permanent residents.

One of the rail bridges is off in the background, as we photograph up river. There is a small town, down by the river bank, and a number of rolling hills, starting in the foreground, and going off into the distance.

Two of the three bridges crossing the river at this point. There are two rail bridges, and one freeway bridge.

This is a photo of me, playing with my new (at the time) camcorder. Chris and I were acting like a couple of typical tourists.

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	A house, nestled in the high bluffs. Looks like a pretty nice place to me.
	Guess where this was taken. The concrete teepee was a particularly nice touch, though I wonder if it is authentic. I thought that the native Americans had not possessed concrete until the 1900's. We had just entered South Dakota.
	This is the river in the middle of the city of Sioux Falls. It is a pretty little city, and a very clean place, as are most of the towns in Dakota.
	Here are the two mighty adventurers, lounging at their camp. These seasoned, and worthy travelers have been living out of the substantial vehicle which waits patiently behind them.
	A look out the window of the van, at our camp ground in South Dakota. It is morning, and we are about to shower, and prepare for another day of travel.
	Another view of the river at Sioux Falls. This was from our campground, which was just on the outskirts of town.
	My first view of the Missouri, in over ten years. I was relieved to find that it was still right were I had left it. This was taken from a high hill overlooking the river.
	A heavily built, rail bridge which crosses into the west.
	Here is another view of the Missouri, a bit further down stream from the bridges.
	The rolling plains that we have left behind us, though the land we will spend the rest of the day traveling through will seem little different. We are still standing on the bluffs overlooking the Missouri River.
	More tourists, and sightseers. The west is crawling with them (us) during the tourist season. The rolling hills above the river are as pleasant as the bluffs by the Mississippi, if a bit less impressive.
	A view of the interstate, down at the bottom of the hill. Off in the distance is the rail bridge, and a small town. There are many thousands of vacationers, and other travelers on the road, this time of year, far outnumbering the permanent residents.
	One of the rail bridges is off in the background, as we photograph up river. There is a small town, down by the river bank, and a number of rolling hills, starting in the foreground, and going off into the distance.
	Two of the three bridges crossing the river at this point. There are two rail bridges, and one freeway bridge.
	This is a photo of me, playing with my new (at the time) camcorder. Chris and I were acting like a couple of typical tourists.