tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56526062011-06-07T23:25:47.204-07:00Welcome to my travel web log. For the last ten years, I’ve gotten in my car every August and driven all over South Dakota – no schedule and no staff. My "unscheduled driving tour" is always one of the highlights of the year for me. I find it an invaluable tool for keeping in touch with needs and concerns of South Dakotans. Every year I meet the most fascinating people, have the most amazing experiences, and end up with great stories to tell.Kevin Aylwardnoreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652606.post-1060230720450895192003-08-06T21:32:00.000-07:002003-08-06T21:32:00.400-07:00

Driving up to Mount Rushmore, I saw a lonely caravan of people along the road. I stopped my Cadillac Escalade to see what their problems were. These people were wearing nothing but rags and pushing carts filled with bodies. A dirty man who looked like he hasn't been into one of South Dakota's fine underfunded clinics was at the front of the convoy. The cart master saw me and yelled, "Bring out

Sean Hackbarthnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652606.post-1060187621454538022003-08-06T09:33:00.000-07:002003-08-06T09:33:41.390-07:00

I seem to be lost in a vast farm in southeast South Dakota. Send a rescue party!

Kevin Aylwardnoreply@blogger.com