Last I left you, dear reader, I was in Roscoe Village, headed to Iowa. Well, we made it to Iowa Friday evening. Amendment: we made it Iowa Saturday morning. At 2 am. It was late. Early. Whatever.
We awoke after a few (too few) hours of sleep to a lovely breakfast of omelets, bacon, hashbrowns, and toast. Over breakfast, we pondered the places that we could arrive at in a day’s driving time. Bring on Mount Rushmore! None of us had ever been.
We stopped at a market for some vittles. These, right here, ladies and gentlemen, are the foods of the champions. And they are only 88 cents. Unheard of.
We made it to South Dakota. If you’ve never heard this, let me be the first to tell you, South Dakota is the most boring state ever. No offense to any potential SD readers out there, but driving the width of your state was not the most interesting thing I’ve ever done with myself.
For 200 miles, we saw billboards for Wall, SD. The largest drug store in the world resides here. It was scary. Really.
We left Wall and kept driving West. All the sudden, I looked down and saw this:
As we drove the last stretch toward Mount Rushmore, a storm moved in. What resulted was some of the most beautiful scenery I have ever seen.
At 930, we saw the lighting ceremony for these 4 lovely gentlemen. A great end to a great day!
Our next stop: The Tetons and Yellowstone