On my trip back home from the Standing Rock Sioux Reservation in North Dakota a blizzard rolled in and crippled the road system in the Dakotas. -23 mile per hour wind gusts would hit the roads and freeze them instantly. I found refuge in a gymnasium in the small town of Mclaughlin, South Dakota, where a loving family was accepting travelers who needed shelter.
I spent two nights bundled up with others to wait the storm out. I heard stories from Lakota elders, strategized driving routes with weary travelers and spoke with people from all around the world. I’ve never met people so giving and loving, and all within the insides of a gymnasium.