Automotive

The best part about visiting Mt. Rushmore at 7:14 AM is that there likely less than 20 other tourists at the monument. We strolled the boardwalk beneath the faces (Washington, T Roosevelt, Jefferson & Lincoln) without seeing another person. The downs side was that we arrived before the museum and other attractions opened. It would have been nice to learn more about the history of the monument and its creators, but with St. Paul in our sights, we did not have time to dilly dally.

We left Rushmore for Rapid City and caught up with I-90 once again. In the 45 miles between Rapid City and Wall, we counted over 60 Wall Drug signs along the freeway. Succumbing to the pressures of advertising we followed the ubiquitous billboards to the famed drug store.

Two sides of a city street are lined with Wall Drug and hangers on selling trinkets and other western plains paraphernalia.

We escaped Wall with an ice coffee and strawberry smoothy and headed south along the highway looping through the Badlands National Park.

Entering the park was as spectacular as I remember when Dad and I came through in 1999.

Unfortunately our visit this time was just as brief.

We made several stops for pictures along the way, but an hour and a half later we were out of the park and riding the I-90 ribbon over the rolling hills of South Dakota.

The final ~600 miles were uneventful aside from a strong wind storm blowing south to north. It pushed the trailer around a bit more than we were comfortable with. By the time we connect with I-35 north our then tail wind had lost most of its intensity.

By 10:30pm we arrived at Stacy's grandma's house at last...safe sound and glad to be out of the car.

...next up 14 hours in a plane to Shanghai... stay tuned.

The sunshine and stirring campground eventually roused us from our sleeping bags. A little rain fell during the night but the only evidence was more dew than normal on the rain fly.

We dined on oatmeal and bananas before hitting the road again. Lake Yellowstone was immense and beautiful. Perhaps the nicest surprise was the lack of boats carving up the vast expanse of water.

Before leaving the east side of the park we stopped a second campground for a quick shower.

The road from Yellowstone to Cody, Wyoming was gorgeous, though the same could be said for much of northern Wyoming. Not many trees but the reds, greens, browns and yellows that paint the often jagged landscape delighted the eyes.

We drove most of the day on two lane highways with minimal traffic. There was a brief stretch on I-90 before veering south through the black hills towards Mt. Rushmore.

Not knowing how packed camp sites would be, we reserved a spot in a KOA (Kampground of America) a few miles from the monument. It seemed more like a summer camp than a camp ground. We didn't see any other tent campers - only RV's, cabins and even some luxury log "cabins" for several hundred $'s a night. We appreciated the hot showers 50 feet from our site and were on our way by 7 the next morning.

Monday morning we caravaned with mom to Baker City where she works. From there Stacy and I sped on to Idaho. We stopped in Idaho Falls to eat left over enchilada and Spanish rice.

The small gorge created by the Snake river at the edge of town provided our first chance for scenic photos.

It wasn't until 8:30pm that we finally arrived at Old Faithful in Yellowstone. Once we entered the park, buffalo were in abundance. The landscape was a bit bleak from the wide fires that charred much of the park a few years back. We splurged for dinner at the lodge before wandering over to the famed geyser.

A few dozen people were waiting for the next eruption on the boardwalk and benches skirting Old Faithful. We took this as a good sign that we didn't just miss it. The geyser goes off approximately every 90 minutes. Our timing couldn't have been better. We had barely found a spot on one of the benches when water and steam began spraying tens of feet into the air.

Tourist destination checked, we drove another 40 minutes to our campsite along the west thumb of Yellowstone Lake. Our REI half dome tent set up in minutes and we were soon dozing off to the distant howl of wolves.

It was amazing that we pulled everything together by June 2nd, but we did. The house on Burlington is rented. All the furniture was sold, donated or passed on to friends and family. I wrapped up my job at DEA on June 1st. We rented a 4x8 uHaul trailer and installed a hitch on the Subaru. By noon on Saturday we were on the road.
The first stop was just outside of Walla Walla in the foothills of the Blue Mountains to celebrate Nat's birthday. My parents drove over the hill from Summerville and joined us. It was a large local crowd. Sky and Peter where there. Julie and Arie were missed. A nearly year old Fern as monopolized by grandpa. Ember and Naomi have grown up so fast. I was nearly their age now when they were born.
We made an early exit from what was shaping up to be a typical natty gringo slumber party. We made our way over Tollgate in the dark for the first real test of the Suby with a few thousand lbs in tow.
Sunday we relaxed at home in the trees, enjoying dad's famous pancakes and mom's delicious enchiladas. Grandma came out for the day. Wherever I go and whatever I do, it is always refreshing to come back home to Summerville.