And so we said goodbye to the mattress capital of the universe,
…and the fairies said goodbye to the mountains.
We drove to the site of Custer’s last stand, and stood around ourselves for a bit.
It was a lovely spot, with birds singing and the sound of trains in the distance.
We were very good and stayed on the sidewalk.
On the way out we saw some prairie dogs.
From then on the landscape got flatter, and flatter. It is difficult to explain the scale of it – just immense grassland stretching as far as the eye can see.
We drove and drove without stopping – only getting held up by roadworks on the other side of Deadwood. By held up – I mean stopped still for 20 minutes waiting for the pilot car to take us through. My driver was not happy.
There would be no hugging of construction workers.
We stopped by a lake to stretch our legs, and sit down for a rest on the floating pier.
A little while later there was a forest fire
By the time we got to Crazy horse – which one day will be the Indian equivalent of the carvings of the presidents at Mount Rushmore – it was just closing. They let us into the parking lot to take a photograph though.
As you can see, there is some way to go.
Just down the road is Mount Rushmore – which although finished was a bit of a disappointment. I always thought it was much bigger. (channels Father Ted on perspective)
Blurry photos of fairies – in spite of several attempts with me holding on to them with my arm out looking like an idiot in front of all the other tourists. My husband wouldn’t have done that to me on purpose, would he?
Got to the holiday Inn in Keystone at the bottom of the hill and collapsed. It is very tiring being driven around.
Distance walked says 186 steps – but it was further than that!
Distance driven 558 miles