As the title implies, this thread is about unfinished business. @engineman and I started this route through South Dakota this past September, but Mother Nature had other ideas. At the time, I was desperate for a ride, but a ride in six inches of snow in the hills of South Dakota didn’t sound like what I was looking for. We turned back at Midland after spending a night at the Stroppel Inn. Engineman had laid out this route and made all the plans, so I was pretty much just a +1 tagging along. What I discovered in the few traveling days was that South Dakota is really right up my alley. More on that later. It was a route that I just knew that I had to go back and finish . . . some day. That day is here. September 2020: As to the first part of the trip, the ride over with @engineman from Iowa gave me some time to catch up with an old riding buddy I don't spend enough time with. Covid has kept me from riding. No riding to work, as most of what I do can be done from home. No riding on the weekends, as that would just put me in the presence of people in one way or the other. We have a Type-1 diabetic at home, and Covid in the house would pretty much be a death sentence for her. So, we sat. I watched travel shows, and we sat. We bought an Apple TV box so that I could watch Charley and Ewan the third time 'round, or up, or down or whatever it was, and we sat. But then @engineman posted about his SD planning and intent to do both the Trans-South Dakota Adventure Trail and the Dakota Access Loop the first week of September 2020. We had a similar mindset about safety protocols and the virus, and the thought of going into another Iowa winter without riding was making me a bit mental. I offered to be his wingman, and before I knew it we were off - Covid be damned. We started out at the home of @Sleddog in eastern South Dakota. This is Sleddog's route; he created it. We spent many hours talking about his experiences riding in the state and elsewhere. If you get the chance touch base with him. @Sleddog was kind enough to offer us a place to camp for the night before heading out. I spent most of the night awake coping with a massive full moon and sounds of nature that I'd long since forgotten about. Who knew nature was that loud? It was the first week of September 2020. I was the kind of happy that I hadn't been in a long time. I lay in my tent fully awake, eyes closed, contemplating whether coyotes eat people, and grinning ear to ear.