Now, Emma with the captions one last time.
Big, yes. I'm not sure we saw enough to validate the second claim. Our atlas told us that Wyoming is the least populated state in the union. How about that.
Here's what we did in Wyoming: drive.
We had a good feeling about South Dakota. Above, Mike looks as presidential as possible.
Just because we had high hopes does not mean that we weren't also a little bit terrified.
Yes, we really went to Mount Rushmore. Further proof below.
Proof that we were there at the same time.
Proof that I looked at it.
Proof that Mike looked at it, too.
The best part of the visit, at least for Mike, was the cool water-spritzing tent. There were hundreds of people with camcorders attached to their faces, however, and they might disagree.
After Mount Rushmore, we drove straight to Wall Drug. If you've ever been to South of the Border, it's very similar, but Wall Drug kicks SotB's ass.
What, are you surprised?
You must be faking. I mean, you should understand us by now.
So big they need a map.
Afterwards, we classed ourselves up by hitting Badlands National Park. Now, loyal readers will perhaps remember me saying that I was not a National Park sort of girl, but I take it back. Badlands was astonishing. And I'm not just saying that because I like Bruce Springsteen, Martin Sheen, and Sissy Spacek, although of course they don't hurt the cause.
This felt very Fleetwood Mac.
Mike leapt out of the car and scrambled up this hill. Only later did we read about the abundance of rattlesnakes.
Dinosaur gas, we'll miss you.
The Corn Palace, in Mitchell, SD. The building itself is made of standard materials. Only the pictures and the marquee are made of corn. Don't be less impressed.
Okay, now you can be less impressed. Inside, the Corn Palace was a high school gym.
We hit Minnesota pretty late. No, I was not drinking. Cars make me sleepy. Should I have told Mike that before we left?
The Mississippi River, entering Wisconsin.
And there you have it, folks. We are back in gorgeous, lovely Madison, curled up with our gorgeous, lovely kitties. Or at least we would be if it wasn't 95 degrees. Still, we are home and happy. Thanks so much for coming with us.In a day or two, we're going to post some stats (miles driven, states visited) and highlights (best burger, worst city). Check back soon.
much love, and thanks again---
E + M
4 comments:
The return home at last,
It's not the same, living in a city or town, than writing about it, you know.
Your holiday was a discovery trip, not only for yourselves, but as it turn out, for the loved ones, friends and the occasional hanger-on (yours, truly) that happened to follow every or most stops on the road.
Unbeknowst to you, we saw the small sidestreets, the change of light, the slight detour from "regular life" which these cities and towns of your pilgrimage allowed a glimpse of, both the glorious and the seedy, the unexpected and the tender, all of it filtered through image, word, sensation -- the way the old diarist used to do- so that, once upon journey's end, one [this "one" being the muted passenger quietly sitting in the back, looking out] feels that he/she has been actually part of the unique experience, for every journey is, in its own way, very much so.
Welcome home.
And thank you very much for sharing, kindly, even with strangers.
Fond regards,
MC
What a trip.
You have inspired me to get a digital camera (well, one that works anyway) and get on the road. Maybe next summer. Wisconsin, here we come!
Come visit us again soon!
Your adventure was inspiring to me. although I have traveled alot in my life, I failed to smell the roses,witch I see you both have.
I envy your youth, and energy.
People should read this.
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