Let's talk to the Big Men

Of course Lee had a schedule and I was happy to meet the schedule so off we went first stop. Mt. Rushmore, dah of course. In spite of the cold and wind, the place was beautiful. It had changed so much in 25 years. The visitors center and amphitheater had been built since I had been there and it added a lot to a place that I didn’t think was that grand way back when.






We arrived at the Sylvan Hotel in time for Lunch. Did I say I loved lunch?
You just can’t take me out…the lodge had this art shop where the local artist showed off his wares. They were cutout and painted gourds. I reached up to pick up one on the top shelf, and I say shelf again, was unstable, not me and the whole display came crashing down. Lucky for me it wasn’t glass, but gourds. I did no damage other than embarrassing myself.





We drove up through the Sylvan Lake Drive to a place called the Needles. Which would soon be my Christmas card photo for the next Christmas.




Woolly mammoth museum. Oh did I think this museum was going to be boring, I was so wrong

Could you get a little closer to the buffalo, Lee. Oh yeah lets leave the door open for better access for the buffalo to join us.

This was a cute hotel that once was Pres. Coolidge’s summer/game retreat. I could do summer here. It is now a beautiful hotel with a very delicious restaurant.

The evening couldn’t have been better than to finish off our day at Crazy Horse for the evening lighting ceremony. When I was much younger there was hardly a visitors center little alone the sculpture cut out of the mountain. I was excited, but it was “not quite” happening, two weeks early for the summer rush. We got to visualize it in our mind.

Back to the Palmer Gulch with six very tired visitors.