Heading out of Custer Park, more critters. Asses? Yep!
I'll ride my pony instead, thank you!
It doesn't show here, but in the one-lane tunnel, Mount Rushmore is framed.
There were 3 tunnels like this on the twisty way up. If you look at the full sized picture, you can see the shadows of the faces.
I love the views from this lookout - I remember it from my childhood (happy family time). I'm really grateful to my parents for all the camping vacations out west they gave me. It's a gift that stays with me through the years, and comes back in surprising ways on trips like this.
My father has passed, but he was definitely with me again on this trip - I could feel him in me. (Yeah, he liked BMW motorcycles, so maybe he can feel being along for the ride too...)
Notice the "no passing" yellow line on the left of your lane there:
With an auto-timer, and that luggage rack, who needs a tripod?
This has changed so much since I was last here (in the 60's). I think this was more of a pilgramage for me - I didn't have so much interest in visiting the artist's area this time. I did buy some books about Indian life (by American Indians, of course) and joined the historic society so they could have a little money. I had buffalo stew, and was on my way towards the Badlands.
There was some nice artwork in the gift shops - including Indian Jewelry. I liked this:
Nick worked on Mount Rushmore for three years, starting when he was 17.
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