We were warmly welcomed at the family reunion we semi-crashed and enjoyed pulled pork sandwiches and burgers with the townspeople. When the sun had set the party had barely begun. Bands designated "local favorites" tuned up, the dance floor was covered in sand, and the crowd began to move. Although unfamiliar with the country tunes being performed we joined in the gaeity using our most impressive dance move, "the pretzel!" (Thank you Becca!)
However, we were quickly outdone by the many talented teens pretzeling country western style around us-- girls were fairly flinging about! Impressed by the absence of the more well-known trend- bumping and grinding- we were further floored when an unknown youth in flannel politely asked a member of our party for her hand on the dance floor. She accepted and left us all giggling and gaping in their wake. We finished up our time in Sudoku, I mean Kadoka, breakfasting with our friends at the local Best Western with promises to see one another again soon.
Wall Drug, the Cosmos, and Mr. Washington. 