(^110) Chamberlain – Mitchell - 117 km
Feeling energised, I crossed the last of the Great Plains. These plains
are an enormous expanse of steppes and, in places, I assumed,
nearly as lonely as during the frontier days. The area, referred to as
the Great Plains, stretches nearly 800 kilometres east to west and a
staggering 3,200 kilometres north to south, and it felt like I’d
pedalled every last bit of it.
Nothing significant happened except that I met a priest, who treated
me to coffee. Judging by the signboards, there couldn't have been
much for him to do in such a small place, as it was relatively
conservative.
These advertising boards were a contradiction in themselves as side
by side they stood, one pro-war and the other anti-abortion. I failed
to see how one could justify killing grown men. Still, God forbid one
should choose to have an abortion, and I concluded this insinuated it
was all right to kill people from different races, cultures, and
countries.
I made my way to Mitchell, a fair-sized village sporting a population
of almost 15,000 with no less than three campgrounds and 20
churches—I kid you not!
leana
(Leana)
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