We learned a lot yesterday. We learned that Mt. Rushmore is still as wondrous as it was 30 years ago. We learned that it is cool to meet someone who was a Driller on the original project. We also learned that he wasn't nearly as nice when we didn't buy his book.
Our learning curve included understanding more about the Crazy Horse monument and the brilliant man who began the project. It was very cool to be there during a blast.
We unwittingly scheduled our visit to the Black Hills at the beginning of the Sturgis Bike Week. It's been fun watching the bikes, and more fun watching the bikers.
Our worst learning experience of this visit was the chuckwagon dinner. It might have been more affordable to buy our own ranch, but yippee eye, my boys would get to eat like cowboys and sing cowboy songs. I should have known the chuckwagon show would be a bust when the cowboys starting singing Eagles music and through in a little Glenn Miller for good measure. You know, just the typical trail music.
Dare we hope for a better experience at the Little House on the Prairie homestead tonight?
