Since we had been driving so much we opted not to backtrack to the Badlands and to spend our tourist day in the Black Hills visiting Mt. Rushmore, Crazy Horse and the Needles Highway.
|Walking into the park|
|Mt. Rushmore up close and personal|
|Katie taking it in|
|Different angle at the end of the hiking loop|
The Black Hills were pretty, but Oregon has spoiled us. We all thought our mountain ranges were more beautiful and majestic, but still loved being out of farmland and back in the mountains again. We learned the Black Hills are called "black" because the dark evergreen covering looks black at first glance.
Crazy Horse Memorial - a sculpture being carved into the side of the mountain honoring the Native American culture - was just a few miles from Mt. Rushmore so we drove down to see it. We were exhausted from spending so much time at Mt. Rushmore so we didn't stay as long. The museum is quite a ways from the sculpture since it's still under construction so it's hard to get a feel for the scale and grandness of the project. It's not that impressive... YET.
|rendering of the sculpture in the museum part.|
|What it looks like right now.|
|on the Needles Highway|
|We saw a deer.|
|The laundromat is the white door. Curt is standing by our door.|