Man's best friend? Sometimes. Beggar of potato chips? Always. Along with my 9 year old daughter, Ole (pronounced with a long e) has been a steadfast companion on this crazy journey. He has helped navigate, guard the truck at gas station stops, and stuck his head out the window at 50 mph to ensure we didn't run over anything that had an odd smell.
It not all fun and games, sometimes he has important duties like preventing someone from being blown away.
We drove to Sioux Falls, SD today. With great sorrow, and a tear in my eye, we passed the huge Cabela's in Mitchell, SD without stopping. The sacrifices I make for our trip's schedule.
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