Murdo Girl…the road trip..Murdo!

I’M IN MURDO!!! Actually, I should say WE MADE IT TO MURDO!! We left the Motel 6 in Rapid City and never looked back. It took us all day to get here, but that’s okay.

Cyndie and Sammie are so happy to once again enjoy the comforts of home.

We drove through the Badlands National Park, and it was spectacular. The day was sunny, the temperature was in the 70’s, and there was no wind. Let me also say we were really grateful we had the National Parks pass you can get if you’re a senior citizen. Without it the fee would have been $40.00.

A small herd of bighorn sheep

We had taken Highway 44 out of Rapid City to 240, which brought us to Interstate 90 right at the town of Wall…Perfect! I had promised a friend, fellow Murdoite and seasoned blogger, Judy Dykstra Brown, that I would take Kip to the famous Wall Drug for a hot beef sandwich and cherry pie. It turned out to be an excellent choice. It was every bit as good as the hot beef sandwiches I had eaten at Fern’s Cafe and Mack’s Cafe when I was growing up in Murdo. Kip added a vanilla milkshake made with homeade ice cream which he said was excellent. We also added to our T shirt collection.

Fat and happy, we headed for Murdo. I was a little worried because I hadn’t made a reservation at the only RV Park in town. We were really fortunate and got one of the last two spots they had. It’s really a nice park.

I didn’t want to cause a lot of commotion tonight, so I haven’t told anyone we’re here. (Well, except for my friends Sherri and Dianna, but they live in Pierre.) Unless they read the blog, people won’t know that we were on our way to Murdo.

Going through Kadoka…home of Kodak Kadoka. Sorry Kim Lindquist Deuter, you were still at work in Philip.

1880 Town… Kip and I are going to see it tomorrow if we can squeeze it in.

I’ve been thinking and I’m worried.

What if nobody wants to see me? What if they say they have never even heard of a Murdo Girl? I promised Kip I didn’t dream up the red convertible and the parade. There really was a sign on the corner last summer when cousin Val and I were here for the reunion. It said, “Hometown of the Murdo Girl.”

Maybe I should have at least told my relatives I was coming… or maybe….Wait a minute. This is so ridiculous. I am the Queen of stirring stuff up. I’ll make a big deal over myself in the morning…after I’m rested.

Whew! I can’t wait to tell you all about it! In the meantime, I’ll polish up the old crown.

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6 thoughts on “Murdo Girl…the road trip..Murdo!

  1. sanjuan831 August 28, 2017 / 1:47 pm

    I am thrilled you’re in Murdo! It all worked out! I wouldn’t have been there when you were because of See ya’ being in the hospital so long! Say hi to everybody!!

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  2. lifelessons August 28, 2017 / 6:15 pm

    See what happens when you mind your elders? Life falls in place. The last time I had a hbs and cherry pie at the Wall Drug was with Rita North Johnson. She knows every little diner that has the best pie in a three state area. I ordered the hot beef sandwich on my own. She made me order the cherry pie. Actually, I think we shared the two dishes. You have made me so hungry and there is not a hot beef sandwich to be had in Mexico. Poor me. Now, I have to let you in on another truth of life and that is that you are not the only Murdo girl!! I won’t press the point further right now. Just let the shock soak in and we’ll talk further of this later.

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    • Mary Francis McNinch August 28, 2017 / 11:53 pm

      What? I feel like ice is running through my veins. Please don’t keep me in suspense. I only have one more day here and I’m having so much fun!!

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      • lifelessons August 29, 2017 / 8:01 am

        In Mexico, they call the men who work in the states but return to Mexico for holidays or celebrations “absent sons.” She, like you, is an absent daughter.

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