Ahhh! In my own house, in my own kitchen, getting ready to jump in my own hot tub and ease some of the aches and pains of three days of driving. I haven’t had wifi for three days! Anyway, here’s a cut and paste of what’s been going on.
Friday:
Yesterday was a busy day. We drove up the hill to Devils Tower and intended to walk up to the beginning of the loop that goes all the way around it (1.3 miles) to take some close up pictures. I took a few shots and the boys ran up the trail a little bit so I sat down to wait for them. And wait for them…and wait…After about 15 minutes, it dawned on me that we really hadn’t made it clear to them that we were in a hurry and not going to do the entire loop. I thought about heading around the trail after them (it was a nice, easy walk) but knew that I’d never catch up so we waited until they came back around.
DH drove Manny and I drove my car and we headed for Crazy Horse Memorial which was a couple of hours down the road. The route was pretty as it wound through the hills and grasslands but it’s so windy in this area you have to be really careful about being broadsided by heavy crosswinds. I found it hard to keep my eyes on the road because I wanted to watch the hypnotic effect of the wind swaying the grasslands. I paid close attention when we drove through the Wind Cave area, however, because the road was incredibly steep and narrow. A hair-raising drive brought us to Custer, South Dakota and the area of Crazy Horse and Mount Rushmore. DS has a friend who lives in Hot Springs (about 20 miles away) and I let him take my car and we agreed to meet up in Wall, South Dakota that evening.

The boys loved Crazy Horse because the museum is so extensive and the mountain is so impressive. DH and I couldn’t help noticing how much it’s changed since the first and second times we visited. The first time we visited, the face wasn’t even finished and the parking area was gravel. There was a beautiful museum but it was pretty small. Now, there’s a huge, paved parking lot with a second lot for buses and RVs. The museum is a sprawling maze of buildings and gift shops. There was a film about the development of the mountain and the sculptor and a demonstration of Indian dances. We actually lost track of Andrew and looked for him for almost an hour when we were ready to leave.
Another 25 miles of hair-raising curves and mountains brought us to Mount Rushmore and I made sure the boys understood that we didn’t have a lot of time to spend. They got a good look at the monument and a few pictures and we piled back in Manny to head to Wall, a hundred miles or so down the road.
We had two choices for campgrounds in Wall. One had wifi but no cable and the other had cable TV but no wifi. I gave in and let DH have his TV so I’m writing in Word and will have to copy and paste later.
If you’ve never been to Wall, it’s difficult to understand the attraction. If you’ve been there, you know it’s all about free ice water and $.05 coffee. It’s just a big, hokey, tourist trap that started with a drug store that has now sprawled to encompass a couple of blocks and has all kinds of gift shops and corny tourist things. On top of that, they’re having some kind of hundred year celebration or something so they have three huge tents set up for bands and dancing and beer. They have a rodeo going on and a lot of the usual kinds of booths and stuff you find at these things. The boys were in heaven and headed to Wall Drugs as soon as we pulled in and we didn’t see them again until 10:00 p.m. last night. DS found us around 10:30 and we hit the bed around midnight.
Food was actually very difficult to find all day. It seemed like everywhere we went had nothing but junk. I made a tuna salad sandwich for DH and I for lunch yesterday and we split it and ate some cherries with it. I didn’t like the fact that it had regular mayonnaise but it was really, really good. Wall is a teeny little town and we had planned on going to the restaurant in Wall Drugs for dinner but they were packed so we scrapped that idea because DH was tired from fighting the wind all day in Manny and so I agreed to walk the two blocks over to “the strip” and get a pizza for dinner. I couldn’t find a pizza place so I asked someone and they told me there were two places in town to get pizza, Badlands Bar and the Cactus Lounge. I walked down the road to Badlands bar and there was a long line just to get in the door so I went down a little further to the Cactus Lounge and they told me they didn’t serve pizza anymore. I walked back down the street to Wall Drugs to order us some take-out dinner but they were out of anything even remotely healthy so I hit the street again. I passed corndogs, hamburgers, funnel cakes, BBQ ribs, hotdogs, etc. but I couldn’t find any FOOD! I finally walked back to Wall Drugs restaurant and ordered a fish sandwich with fries for me and one with onion rings for DH. I ate half my fish sandwich (which was really good!) and I was full. About this time, the twins came in and polished off my portion of the fries and onion rings. I feel good about avoiding all the food traps and hope I can do okay tomorrow because DH says we’re going to find a Golden Corral for dinner tomorrow.
Saturday
We ran around Wall this morning and bought some souvenirs. Andrew bought a Black Hills Gold ring, I bought a beautiful Black Hills Gold necklace, and Steven bought a marble chess set. We have souvenirs for all the kiddos back home except 8 year old grandson, Jake. I just couldn’t seem to find anything that would suit him. I’ll have to keep looking.
Left Wall and headed to the Badlands National Park. Making this trip from south to north, the Badlands are pretty cool because they’re the first taste of “western” terrain. However, since we went the other way around, they’re pretty anti-climatic and the boys were fairly “ho-hum” about them.
We ran hard all day heading toward home. Drove all the way across South Dakota, fighting the crosswinds every step of the way. They were actually so intense that we were barreling down a hill with DH driving Manny and me following in my car when the canopy on one of the slide-outs came loose and Manny was suddenly sporting a parachute. A quick emergency stop on the side of the road had all of us hanging on to straps and pulling while DS laid on the roof and leaned over the side to untangle the canopy which had wrapped around itself. The wind was so strong, the locks wouldn’t stay closed so we had to use a bunch of bungee cords to hold them so it wouldn’t happen again. The second canopy looked good so we hit the road again and a hundred miles further on, the same thing happened to it. Good thing we had a hearty supply of bungee cords. Oh, and by the way, I don’t care HOW hard the wind is blowing, RV canopies should NOT unlock and unroll as you’re driving down the highway. Someone will be getting a letter from me about this little problem.
Did I say I loved the grasslands? I do, truly, but I don’t want to look at them again for a long time. I stared at the damn grass blowing in the wind for 350 miles and I’m pretty sick of looking at it. Laura Engalls can have her little house on the prairie and I was happy to drive on by. We had the GPS looking for a Golden Corral for about 200 miles and finally gave up and ate dinner at a buffet called The Heavy Fork (I kid you not!) We won’t discuss what weighed my fork down but I’m not going to worry about it because I hadn’t eaten anything all day except for ½ of a tuna sandwich. After dinner, we decided we were through the hills and crosswinds enough to load my car back on the dolley and tow it the rest of the way home.
We finally pulled over at a rest area somewhere around Sioux City at 2:00 a.m. It was cool and we opened the windows and got some sleep.
Sunday
I woke up at 9:30 local time which is really late for me and made a pot of coffee. DH got up and grabbed a cup of coffee, brushed his teeth, washed his face, and hit the road. We let everyone else sleep and he drove while I performed flight attendant duties by keeping him supplied with coffee and sitting in the co-pilot seat looking pretty. I’m not sure I did a very good job with that part since I didn’t even get my shower until a few minutes ago. Now, it’s 3:10 local time and we’ve got about a hundred miles to St. Louis which is only five hours from home.
Leave a candle in the window, Mama! I’m comin home!
9:00 p.m. – Almost home. We pulled over at another Flying J to gas up. This is three days without wifi and I miss my blog! Another hundred miles…