370 Miles

Day 6:
          Awaking at the beloved moment of dawn, Chris and I packed up our camping gear and hit the road for Mount Rushmore, a spectacular sight deep in the Black Hills of South Dakota. Seeing we arrived a little before six am, there were no tourists in sight, except for us of course. However, the day was beautiful, the weather phenomenal, and the power washers blazing every inch of slate and concrete throughout the whole memorial. We were one with the mount. Taking it all in we headed to the Crazy Horse Memorial about twenty minutes from Mount Rushmore. Although incomplete, this too will be an amazing mountain sculpture about ten times the size of Mount Rushmore.
          With nothing more but to hit the open road, we sped out of the Black Hills, across the South Dakota border, and into the vast lands of Wyoming.
          Now folks, Wyoming is gorgeous. The landscape is so stretched out and composed, both wonderfully and naturally, of desert and foliage. Flat lands turn into rolling hills, rolling hills turn into sharp cliffs, sharp cliffs turn into towns with a population of no more than 170 people. What else could one ask for? Fortunately, if one were to break down on this long stretch of road, there would not be a single person for miles to help. Luckily, this is the fortune we so amazingly stumbled upon. After cruising down the road the car all of the sudden started bucking then lost power. We pulled over popped the hood stood for a second, said "should we start her up again?" proceeded to start her up, and waited to make sure she would not die again. After several minutes, we hit the road.
           I apologize but it seems we forgot to tell you where exactly we were headed at this point. Originally, the plan was to drive from Rapid City to Seattle and then down to Portland and then San Francisco. However, we decided instead to head to Salt Lake City Utah to visit a good friend and then shoot out to San Francisco.
         Thus, continuing, we bucked and sputtered for about 370 miles finally arriving in Salt Lake City, Utah. Lieren, as well as her family, greeted us so hospitably and immediately made us feel at home. We ate a wonderful dinner and then spent the night meeting people, sitting in a hot tub and wondering, how the hell did we make it here and what the hell is wrong with the car?