Collecting our fanny pack moments in the Dakotas.
We saw Mount Rushmore. It was inspiring.
Then we saw Crazy Horse in the rain. Pretty incredible. That is a mountain-sized face. It's not finished yet, but your great-great-great-great grandchildren will love it when it is.
The boys golfed and Eliza and I followed them. When the golf became tiresome we girls did yoga poses and took photos of our shadows.
We saw the Badlands. And yes, as we entered the park, we played Bruce Springsteen.
We decided to speak with English accents while enjoying dinner the other night. Our family accents are a mash-up of John Cleese, Spinal Tap and the chimney sweep from Mary Poppins. However, the jig was up when Eliza ordered a lemonade and gave it kind of a Southern twang. It was too weird to be believable.
And today we depart for Winter Park. We'll be heading through Custer State Park on our way because Mama wants to see herself some wild animals.
gratitude: close quarters, kitsch, nature, baked potato pizza
thanks and love.