Location Taken: Sioux Falls, South Dakota
Time Taken: June 2010
One of my mom’s more endearing habits is stopping at every town named “___ Falls” and hunting down the falls. Did I say endearing? Maybe irritating is more appropriate? Endearitating?
Anyway, this is Sioux Falls. The falls are named after the Big Sioux River, well, falling down a cliff here, and the city is named after the falls, of course.
It’s a lovely set of falls. It has a large park and everything associated with it. It was also surprisingly difficult to get to from the major highways. We ended up winding our way through the stockyard district not too far from it, though it was at least nice and easily to get through since it was the wrong time of year for stock auctions (that’s cows, mind you, not what they sell on wall street).
It can get irritating, since they’re usually unplanned detours, and frequently a little awkward to navigate for. Not to mention I get a little time-conscious on long road trips, so extra stops start making me twitch before long. And sure enough, this was a day when we rolled into our planned campground after dark had fallen. But then, I do get some excellent photos out of it, and falls impressive enough for a city to form around them tend to be pretty interesting. So it’s really a wash between whether it’s more endearing or irritating.
