Alternatively titled: Hey, want to see my vacation pictures?
After driving through fields and fields of corn, I suddenly became overwhelmed with this peaceful feeling that no matter what, my morning supply of Frosted Flakes was safe.
We pulled into Alliance, Nebraska, around noon to see Carhenge and grab a bite to eat before continuing on to Mt. Rushmore. (Yes, started in Oklahoma and we STILL weren’t there after driving a day and a half.)
I was in awe driving onto the field where Carhenge is located because the sign said it was a Car Art Reserve.
Felt like we were on safari.
Don’t hate me because I’m beautiful.
Aptly named The Fourd Seasons.
We rang the windchimes. Why? Because they were there.
Have you noticed anything strange about these pictures? Like maybe the fact that JJ isn’t in ANY of them? Could it be because Carhenge is located directly adjacent to a ginormous corn (what else?) field that had been recently harvested and the entire ground was teeming with grasshoppers, crickets, locusts, and other flying winged insects that randomly flew all over the place and scared the beejeebers out of two-thirds of my brood?
This stop turned out to be a quick one for two reasons. 1) It was lunch, and Carhenge or no Carhenge, my people choose lunch out of a bag over life-enriching experiences any day of the week; and 2) there was no gift shop. We wandered into town and stopped at a gas station to ask where one could get some decent home cookin’ in town and the friendly local said “Well, at home.”
Cue rim shot.
He told us about the Wonderful Kitchen and said they served decent Chinese food so off we went to try the local ethnic fare.
It was at the Wonderful Kitchen where I discovered that Chinese food can disappoint no matter where you are.
After driving for four more hours looking at this view…
…we finally arrived at the westernmost portion of our vacation, Mt. Rushmore, where we were the only whippersnappers around. I wouldn’t say the crowd skewed old, but some of these people were wearing the same class ring as Teddy Roosevelt.
Gutzon Borglum was the architect/designer of Mt. Rushmore, and I think his mama had to dig deep to come up with a name like that. I‘m sure his elementary school experience was brutal.
I don’t know if I have the words to describe the peaceful majesty that surrounds this place. The views are stunning, especially since the terrain changes so drastically from plains to rugged peaks. It was worth every single minute of the drive.
I could bore you with the thirty-nine thousand pictures I took of the mountain while we were on our Ranger Rick Nature walk, but this post is already waaaay too long and only my mother is reading at this point so I’ll close with just a couple of items I found amusing in the gift shop.
Prairie dog salt and pepper shakers.
Still kicking myself for not buying them.
Have a nice day.