As we made our way to the interstate we were completely shocked at what we saw. Heading towards Rapid City with only one lane plowed in each direction, cars, trucks, ambulances, aid-cars, police cars all littered the highway and the median. All of them abandoned some of them upside down. It was eerily quiet as there was no traffic and I began to wonder if anyone was still stranded in these vehicles. As we made it into town it appeared that no one was home, literally. There was no power here either, no street lights, no open stores, no way to pump petrol, which we needed desperately. We wove our way around the littered cars and detour signs and ended up on a country road leading towards Nebraska. Just a little off route but we found a gas station/truck stop and filled up on petrol and coffee. Nothing like truck stop coffee to get your motor running.
We followed these country roads for a few hours remarking on the beauty of the snow against the old barns and dusty silos. There were hundreds of cattle roaming aimlessly down the roads and in the ditches crying loudly, looking for their home. At first it was 'cute' watching the mama's and the babies coming up to the car and trotting down the way. But then life turned ugly and we began seeing just how cruel nature can be, especially during a blizzard. There were many, many dead cows/calves along the road, stuck in the fences during the confusion of the blowing winds, freezing rain, and finally snow. It was just too much for me. I'm a city girl, born and bred. To me meat comes from the meat store and was never anything other than that in it's former incarnation. I can't describe how upsetting it was to see the baby calves caught in the fences.
Finally we came to another interstate and found ourselves in Nebraska, being pulled over by the wonderful highway patrol. We were obviously lost, and apparently speeding, so this kind gentleman pointed us in the right direction and then because he was so generous, gave us a $79.00 ticket. Ouch! We made our way into Lusk, a small town to say the least, and found a market that was open, also another truck stop and some super coffee. Still no espresso, well almost. We did see an espresso stop and we did stop, the hubs went in and ordered then proceeded to show the barista just how to make a vanilla latte and a mocha. Don't you people in the Midwest drink espresso coffee??