Days 25-27: Homeward Bound
Feeling ready to get home - or at least get going that direction - we hit the road early Saturday morning after a lovely breakfast with the friends who had hosted us. After only an hour en route, we realized that we'd be driving right past Frenchman Coulee, a large rock climbing area that Glenn had visited twice before (and wanted to visit again on this trip). Although we wanted to make good progress on the journey home, we stopped to climb just a couple sport routes near the parking lot. The weather was gorgeous and the crag was packed, but we were able to jump right onto a rope and scurry up a 5.9 and two 5.10a lines. After a pit-stop at a taco truck to refuel with quesabirria, we pushed long into the night to make it to a hotel in Bozeman. Eager to keep things moving, the next day we drove all the way to Sioux Falls without much of a break (except for when the road was blocked by a bunch of ranchers on horseback trying to wrangle a calf that had wandered across the highway - fra...