A friend of mine just completed a cross-country journey from Idaho to New York. At one point in his travels, he stopped at Murdo, SD, where the number of places to stay outnumber the places to eat, two to one.
And how does this town survive the winter? The buildings look like the fake town from “Blazing Saddles,” minus the Dom DeLuise School of Dance.
From Murdo to Strong Island, assume the fetal position immediately.
