Huh. Roosevelt had a moustache.
Mt. Rushmore is the coolest national memorial to see in 15 minutes or less. After driving more than 500 miles from Montana across some of the bleakest stretch of highway in America, we decided to go straight to Mt. Rushmore in the evening upon arrival, and get out of dodge via the Badlands tomorrow. I think this was a strong move.
As it turns out, it's not enough simply to BE an American at Mt. Rushmore. You must WEAR America. "Freedom Is Not Free" tshirt, Olympic stars and stripes warm-up suit, and flag vest are all acceptable design options. Oh how Ralph Lauren must frown on this interpretation of domestic fashion.
But there were many more unnerving highlights about this day's travels, beginning with the woman pushing her baby in a stroller down the highway when we set off this morning from Yellowstone. Lady, WHAT are you doing? Are there no sidewalks in southern Montana? Is there no open space to which you could have driven your baby for a day out in the sunshine?
And let's talk about our lunch today. Now, at the Stoneville Saloon, they proudly advertised, "Cheap Drinks, Lousy Food." If only we had gotten that omen before we chose to eat at Michelle's Munchies, somewhere in one of the many Native American towns we passed through. I went inside and ordered what I *thought* were two hamburgers, fries, and oreo "snowstorms" (these are like Dairy Queen "blizzards"). Fries and snowstorms, fine. Hamburgers, dear God, no. 7 hours later, I am still waiting to uncover what type of meat we actually ate. Cat? Bear? We'll unfortunately never know unless our toilet starts meowing.
NOTE: In honor of our Native American brethren whose towns we passed through today, Brad, Moby and I have taken new names until we cross into Minnesota: Distant Bull Arrow, Thundering Big Paw and Whispering Warrior. Yeah, there's that little to do on an 8-hour drive.
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5 comments:
Are you Thundering Big Paw? Those ARE size 10 Dolces, aren't they?
Some patriotic fashion suggestions: for him.
and for her (lucky him!)
Hey you, Crooked Blogger Squaw, keep 'em comin'! Make sure Chief Lead Foot him slow down and Dances With Wolves doesn't eat anyone or spicy sausage.
Rent North by Northwest when you get home or to NY- Alfred Hitchcock movie that makes Mt. Rushmore more interesting....plus Cary Grant is old school H-O-T.
I should clarify that somehow Susan is posting as Ryan. Ryan, too, finds Cary Grant hot but would likely not admit it on a public blog.
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