I believe this was our first gas station in South Dakota. I knew something had changed because I had never seen a gas station with it's own buffalo herd. We didn't see any buffalo actually... just the sign. The dirt parking lot was my very first on the Nomad. Once inside the store, it was like a General Store with everything you can image. A really nice old gentlemen took care of us and answered our questions like we were neighbors. From the look of things, I knew South Dakota was going to be a different place. I started looking for everyone wearing cowboy boots and spurs.