Salem S. Dakota

We drove due east all day on I-90. Tomorrow, we turn south on I-29. We are in a commercial campground a little west of Sioux Falls. I didn't take a single picture all day, however, a significant event did occur. We are in the middle of what I have always thought S. Dakota was like: Farmland, rolling hills covered in corn, soybeans, sunflowers and other crops I don't recognize. After we got set up Jenny started laundry. I noticed that there was a dirt road near the campground that seemed to go west for a very long way. I got on my bike and started to ride. At 6 miles, I turned around and headed back. I was on mile 7 when I heard a loud POP! My rear tire blew out. Here's the situation: I'm 6 miles away from the MP, I've got a flat tire, Jenny's not answering her phone because she's in the laundry room. Here's what happened: I wasn't sure what the campground name was but Google helped me out. I called the campground and told the owner what had happened. She found Jenny in the laundry room and it was determined that because we were in a pull through site and hadn't disconnected the car, that it would be time consuming and difficult for Jenny to rescue me. The owners of this park are both female. One of them jumped in her truck and drove down the road looking for me. While I was walking my bike down this dirt road waiting for rescue, 2 different farmers stopped by and offered to give me a lift. I had to decline but I was impressed and grateful for the offers. I made it back safely and made a friend in the process.