Saara and Nana began the day with a nice swim in Yankton.  It was a relaxing day-- not too much to do but move toward our next destination, Nana's high school in Minnesota-- we'll be there tomorrow.
For those following the original itinerary, we've excised the Iowa portion.  Sadly, the other Jean E. Sarchet can't meet with us, so we're heading straight to Faribault and St. Mary's School where Nana graduated in 1937.

 Here's a mid-day feast at Burger King.  Chris had begged to go to BK, and after whining and whining, he got his way.  Lunches have been on-the-road affairs generally, and dinners more judiciously chosen.  But we've been eating TOO MUCH, like good Americans, so it'll be a relief to return home and be fed by the more health-conscious Saara.  (Sadly, here it is about 10 hours later, and Saara and Chris are both making frequent visits to the bathroom.  We're blaming the oil the onion rings were fried in.  No more BK for this trip...)

 Nana's been enjoying the vast plains and rolling fields.  She was really impressed with all the windmills along Route 90.  Saara took this shot through the windshield-- at one point we could see more than 200 ranged across the horizon.  Nana seems very content to watch the prairie roll by, keeping track of our progress on her map.  She hasn't napped once; doesn't want to miss any of the scenery.

 With few exceptions, this is the kind of place we've stayed in.  Minimum-security-prison-modern.  Very comfortable, but dispiriting somehow-- enervating.  We suspect there are ennui-radiation generators in the walls.  Can't complain too much though: all is clean and comfy and uniformly bland. 

Didn't we have Mexican last night??  Yes!  And we're having Mexican tonight as well!  This time, though, we shared some appetizers, skipped entrees, and tried not to over-eat.  I quit after my 7th margarita, though-- no need to overdo it...