Hello everyone!
In case you've been wondering, we're doing well. We've been on the road for twenty -three days now. All in all, it's been fairly wonderful. However, this morning we had a near miss head on collision in the Back Hills National Forest inside of Hell Canyon. If you've never been, picture this.. two lane hairpin curves with no shoulders. The road only lasts a few miles, but it's a dangerous one.
We were coming around one of the hairpins on an uphill when a Toyota truck crossed the center line and was taking up nearly half of our lane. Carl, being the defensive driver, moved as far over to the right as he could. Luckily, the truck driver corrected his mistake and did so in the nick of time. His face was filled with horror, as were ours, and our hearts were in our throats. Whoever is watching over us, thank you!
Back to the sights.
We took I-90 into Sturgis, South Dakota. In Sturgis, our sole
mission was to do a friend a favor.
From Sturgis, we drove south to Mt. Rushmore. It was surprisingly empty.
I expected to see more people.
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As you walk up to the memorial, you pass through columns. At the top of each column
four state flags are attached. Near the bottom, the dates of when each state
joined the union are inscribed.
So what does it all mean?
The Camp. Though it looks spooky and was nearly empty,
it was not haunted.
Drive toward Crazy Horse.
Just south of Mt. Rushmore, there is another memorial being carved
into a mountain.
It's still in the works, but will look like the entrance sign above.
Crazy Horse was a Native American who fought for his
tribe's rights and was murdered doing so.
Sadly, the US government failed to honor land treaties (as well as many other agreements).
The Crazy Horse memorial is being built without any state or federal funding.
The project began in 1956 and continues today.
One of many painted buffalo found throughout The Black Hills.
You know you've always wanted to camp out with The Flintstones.
Now you can.
Old farm house.
It appears that at some point in time, the Black Hills National Forest was on fire.
We're currently in Wyoming, driving south to Ft. Collins, Colorado.
Jenny and Carl have a nephew they'd like to meet and one that they'd like to see.
I must confess, once our eyes saw we were in the west again, they melted. This is definitely where we belong. This place has magic and adventure written all over it.
I do believe we are both looking forward to returning home.
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