At the Missouri River Overlook on I-90, a tepee made of concrete bars marks the 1804 and 1806 Missouri River campsite of Lewis and Clark. Here they collected specimens of pronghorn and prairie dogs; it was a welcome oasis where they stayed two full days both going and coming.
"I wouldn't like that much," I told Andy. "The tent for five or six men is the size of ours."
Later as we drove across broad expanses of prairie...
"11:55. We just picked up an hour crossing South Dakota," said Andy.
Ironic that I had been reading about fleeting time in McCann's novel Let the Great World Spin.
"So it's 10:55?" I asked. "Times change."
"Yup," he answered.
I wondered just how much of my double meaning was apparent.
