Soon after crossing the Wyoming border into South Dakota on I-90, you start to notice a pattern in the scenery. Ice cream at Wall Drug. Visit Wall Drug. Bus parking at Wall Drug. New T-Rex at Wall Drug. Free coffee and donut for hunters at Wall Drug. Shooting gallery at Wall Drug. Experience Wall Drug. Free ice water at Wall Drug. And on and on, every 300 feet or so (it seems), small signs and large signs, skinny signs and fat signs of various colors, all extolling the wonders of the pride and joy of Wall, South Dakota.
Do they really think that we're so susceptible to the power of suggestion that we'll be compelled to pull off and visit? This wide spot in the road in the middle of the Badlands can't have that much to offer can it? A
drugstore? With a dinosaur! Who wants to see a shooting gallery?
Finally the Wall exit!
We pulled off to take a look. Bought a bottle of water and a bag of taffy. Passed on the jackalope mount. Now we know.
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