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DAY 8Lenola tour entry 8 11.8.99 - drive day -
. jay, sean, and I roll our eyes because we know what
is gonna happen next. " can we keep him? oh please oh please can we
keep him? " he screams. the 3 of us reluctantly agree and now we have
a fowl-mouthed travelling companion named Quackers. he mainly perches
on Dave's shoulder and tells us how the area was once the area of the
Sioux and Obgibway tribes, and the region is noted for water recreation,
dairy, and granite products. Dave calls Quackers his "pretty little
pet" constantly stroking the mallard's soft pillowy feathers. none of
us seem to mind, Daves been pretty upset ever since we told him to throw
away the dead mouse he'd been keeping in his pocket since last week.
Personally, the duck makes me feel rather uncomfortable. In between
prattling off useless local information, like "Brainard is the
home of Paul Bunyon, quack" , he keeps pestering us about scoring
some Peyote. i'm gonna keep my eye on this duck. Heading towards
Bismarck, we flit about with other drivers of the night, playing Hogs
Of The Road in our hunter green 1999 ford cargo van with
our V8 triton engine. we were starting to get hungry, Quackers shoots
jay a dirty look when he suggests a KFC. driving through the
badlands, it is dark. A real country-dark that makes the stars hang
so low you can lick their tingly brightness. Gazing through the van
window, the great vast openness makes me realize that we as humans are
nowhere near finished covering and scarring the earth with concrete
glass plastic and steel. we need more Quickie-Marts, we need more housing
developments, more strip-malls, more cars, more churches, more juke
joints, nudie bars, and more damn skyscrapers! come on people! grab
a shovel, a backhoe, a bulldozer, and lets start building! DAY
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