Continuing on with the epic saga of MG and Lav and their odyssey into the deep South…Neither of these neophytes have ever been this far south before. What a great adventure they’re on. It’s Lav and MG, and their lucky dog Lucky. They only made it about thirty miles the first day, but that’s not so bad if you figure in some of the obstacles they’ve faced and surmounted.
I wonder how far I can swim…I wonder how far Lav and MG can swim..or how fast or…where or…somebody slap me please!
They were given a broken down old red pick-up, no strings attached, by the Murdo Coyote Newspaper. The only caveat was they had to leave town, I mean take a trip and record every minute of every day. Later, it will be edited, I mean editorialized in the Murdo locals section.
Lav: Jeez MG, we’re all the way to White River. I didn’t know it was this big! According to this pamphlet I’m reading they’ve got 598 people living here. Hey MG..If we moved here they’d have an even 600. Awe..Do you think we should help them out?
MG: Not now Lav.. I’m so tired, I could sleep in a hay-field on a haystack right now, which isn’t such a bad idea. I wonder where people who don’t have any money stay…
Lav: Well, they stay at motels just like everybody else MG.
MG: Okay, lets look around for a decent place Lav. One thing is for sure, we’ve both cleaned a motel room or two haven’t we. Remember the Chalet?
Lav: How about that one on the right MG? It’s sure got a lot of stars!
MG: Pull on over Lav, I kind of like the rustic look of this place. I don’t think they sell gas though. Maybe Lucky can find some for us. I’m hungry are you Lav? Maybe Lucky can catch us some fish.
Don’t look at me like that…
White River, “Where Prairie Skies Meet Western Life”
Located 23 miles south of I-90 at the junction of Highway 83 and 44; White River is a gateway to the Badlands and Rosebud Reservation. Settled in 1911, White River has become known as a favorite hunting area for grouse, pheasant, deer, varmint and wild turkey. Experience fishing, ranch vacations, rodeos, pow wows and other outdoor activities where the prairie skies meet western life.
It seems that Lav and MG’s luck continues to hold up. They park in front of the boarded up hotel and try to open the door, and it’s locked…but guess what? the doorbell works and a Cowboy says “howdy,” and lets them in.
They promised the red truck would be garaged
Lav: We are here to visit your fair town, but we don’t have two nickels to rub together. We can sure make a mean bed though, can’t we MG?
The Cowboy: Never you mind little lady, part of your entourage is already here….said you were scouting out movie locations. Everything is on the house! Oh, and we plan to put some windows in tomorrow…or the next day. You’re gonna just love White River.
MG: Does White River have a water tower, Cowboy?
The Cowboy: We sure do miss. It would be my honor to take you and your crew over there to see it tomorrow..At your convenience of course.
So they all settled in for the night or maybe forever, who knows. I’ll find out tomorrow I guess, who is in the “entourage.” Right now, I don’t even want to know.