I am at a library in suburban Minneapolis, and the computer is notifying me that I have only 8 minutesleft for explaining an absence of updates this week, so I apologize in advance for unruly, runon sentences that might have various mistakes, in accuracy and grammar. 

Recap(itulation):

We were in South Dakota, where we spent a few days on the Rosebud Sioux Reservation.  We attended a few hours of a Sundance and spent a lot of hours cleaning and re-organizing the bus. 

We were in Mitchell, SD, where we marveled at the world’s only Corn Palace, ate fried delights in a bar outfitted with a sand volleyball court and video poker. 

We went to a drive-in movie theater and froze atop our bus, listening through a portable radio to the “corny” scripts of the doublefeature, armed with cans of busch beer and woven wool blankets. 

We also camped in a parking lot, which our high-school friend at one of the local tourist attractions told us was “ok.” 

We drove a lot. 

We also tried to camp lakeside in rural Minneapolis last night, at a boat launch.  Jonas and I cooked dinner on the propane stove.  We speculated over the legallity of our actions, pondering the “no camping” sign outside our door.  We hit the lights on the bus, and the squad car lurking nearby did too.  We had to leave.  Instantaneously busted.  Oh well.  We made it to a rest stop a few miles up the road.  (I’m still waiting for a real camping adventure, complete with a fire and marshmallows, which are tucked away somewhere in the bus, rendering themselves less edible with every decision to bus-camp.) 

I’m eager to set up the tipis today.  We’ll be at ART OF THIS in Minneapolis today and tomorrow, and then head towards Chicago, where we have an extensive extravaganza on the ticket.  Be sure to check the EXPEDITION PAGE for event updates.

tipi in cul-de-sac

more photos of tipis in suburbs (courtesy of Gavin)