Sky Dakota
Accessing ‘Sky Dakota’ with a vehicle is expensive and time consuming with a vehicle, but not so expensive as trying to find a place to stay and what is time, really, except an opportunity to relax in what passes for my house? The only vehicular access to ‘Sky Dakota’ is a chrome and oil-smelling industrial elevator, a spot on which has to be reserved in advance. Lucky the ‘Deep Dakotans’ didn’t hold me up after that murder, I suppose. That would have been a waste.
Ironically, darkness is my first impression of ‘Sky Dakota.’ The elevator itself is pitch black and, for obvious reasons, I’m not encouraged to run the engine during the hour’s ascent so I don a headlamp and page through the Guide and wonder what happened to all those paperback books that I’ve picked up at gas stations and read halfway. Sometimes I worry that the Guide grows via the consumption of other texts. Sometimes I worry if it’s jealous and makes them disappear, regardless of personal gain. Sometimes I worry I’ve given too much life to the Guide, and sometimes I worry that I’ve underestimated it as a living thing. It grows, doesn’t it? Surely I should be done by now.
In fewer words, the travel authority of ‘Sky Dakota’ suggests that elevator users in need of a toilet are welcome to relieve themselves onto the surface Dakota below. I don’t plan to but, having consumed my body weight in diet soda on the way over, I give into the urge as soon as I feel like I’m out of view of anybody who might be hit. From this height, it would disperse right? I can’t be the only one that has felt a drop of water fall from a clear sky.
I fall asleep in the camper with a clear conscience.
‘As the toileting situation suggests, ‘Sky Dakotans’ don’t think much of their terrestrial brethren or of people who decide to come and go, residents or otherwise. The travel authority communicates this in a number of ways, including an insistence on being the original Dakota despite having not been heard of or seen by any continental citizen before the year 2013. ‘Sky Dakota’ claims to be richer and happier than other Dakotas, which it refuses to name on paper. It claims to own large swaths of sky that should belong to the federal government. It claims to have donated Mt. Rushmore and the Nekoma Pyramid to the lower states. It concedes the Crazy Horse Monument to Earth, its completion now long overdue.’
I wake when the elevator jolts to a halt. The door opens and I’m surprised to find that ‘Sky Dakota’ looks a lot like the Dakota I departed from. As my eyes adjust to the light, I see a printout, newly attached to the camper’s windshield with adhesive that won’t easily peel off. It explains that my plates were run during the ascent and my background made me ineligible for entry into ‘Sky Dakota,’ citing legal incidents and low moral character. They’ve included a snapshot of me sleeping in the camper, presumably at the top of the elevator. ‘Sky Dakota’s’ cloud-capped towers are reflected in the passenger seat window. My mouth is wide open and I’m drooling onto my shoulder. Soda cans litter the floor.
I’ll get into ‘Sky Dakota’ someday.
But it’s going to take some doing.
-traveler