This has been quite the drive. When we last left off, we were somewhere in Chicago, I think. Or somewhere West of Chicago. It doesn’t matter… we were somewhere on I90. It was a lot like I90 everywhere east of Chicago.
After Chicago, we drove across South Dakota. We saw sheep chutes.
After we saw sheep chutes, we saw Wall Drug. It’s a tourist trap, but by the time you get to western South Dakota, you don’t care. (Robin did — he was bitter about the whole exercise — but I insisted on a bumper sticker.)
While there, he made friends with a bison.
After that, it rained. And hailed. And in Rapid City, we saw every kind of weather warning you could get. Yes, tornados were flying around somewhere near us. We didn’t see one, but we were prepared to chase one if we saw it.
After we nearly died (we didn’t…), we went to Mount Rushmore. I tried to take a picture, but Robin got in the way.
Sadly, I ran out of film, and couldn’t take another. After reloading more digital film, I tried to take a nice picture of a statue at the monument. Robin was in the way again.
The guy’s name was Gutzon Borglum. That, clearly, was made up. I think his name was probably Jeff, and just changed his name to Gutzon because he wanted people to think he was cool. Clearly, it worked… he got a statue at a national monument.
Using the last of my digital film, I took this picture. I’m going to enter it into photo contests and win millions.
I have more pictures involving mountains, and my amazing climb to the awe-inspiring height of 12,750 feet. Those will have to be in another post, though, as I’m out of space on my blog. There are too few electronics left in the universe for me to write anything else at this time. That, and I’m going to have some breakfast.
PS. .dc., the discs are awesome. More on that in a later post.