For hours, the trip was measures in terms of when we get to Bearsley.  Then, we got to Bearsley, and it was apparent that the map somewhat misrepresented the town's significance relative to your arrival to the state line of Minnesota and South Dakota.  (The answer, my friends, should have been Browns Valley.)  That minor oversight aside, it was a darlin' little place.

A sleepy little town along a sleepy little road.  But a nice little town, none the less.	The place measures maybe three blocks by three blocks of town before you go rural.	And you don't have to look too far to know where folks stand on political and moral issues.