It started with a drive to Mt. Rushmore, which was a nice 45 minutes or so past every tourist trap known to man. Reptile Garden! Real Frontier Town! Presidential Wax Museum! There was also a billboard for zombies and lasers, but I didn't quite catch all of it. If you had kids, this would be a place to drop some serious cash.
They didn't even check our parking passes as we drove in. I did hear people complain because we had an entire parking area reserved just for Minis. I got there at the perfect time to get one of the closest spots.
As Minerva and I walked up to the monument, it became clear that Pokemon Go had finally invaded MTTS. In protest for all the people commenting on how cool Pokemon Go was and how it got people outside, I opened up Ingress and turned all the portals in reach. I tried to explain to a guy about Ingress and how Pokemon used the same engine and portals, and he totally gave me a blank stare.
I got some great pics and then headed back to the car. The drive out of South Dakota on 16A was windy and green and beautiful. For a while I ended up the leader of a Mini train, and I started to stress... was I going to slow? Was I taking the curves too fast? It's all so much easier when someone else sets the pace.
On to Nebraska. I totally forgot we were cutting the corner of Nebraska to add another state to our tally until I saw the Surprise and Delight, Carhenge was in Alliance, Nebraska. I must say that I found Carhenge to be a little underwhelming, after one has seen the real thing. Also 97 degrees probably didn't help my mood either.
The only real place to eat in town was DQ and the kids behind the counter were inundated with Mini owners who were trying not all to drop in at once. The kids were working their butts off and I heard several Mini people tell them that too (me included). The rest of Nebraska was pretty much straight, but there were some pretty bluffs and a looming cloud... much like the one that dumped hail on us last night. I was worried, because every time the road curved, it seemed to bring the cloud closer. Luckily enough, there was barely enough rain to clean the bugs off my window by the time I got to the hotel and checked in.
Terry Bison Ranch threw us a rodeo, and we could get pretty up close and personal. I will say that I should have been wearing long pants during the barrel riding, because the horses were kicking up gravel on the third turn and it was hitting me.in the shins.
That dark cloud kept coming and right after the bull riding, the lighting started in the distance and everyone seemed to take that as their cue to head back past the ostriches and to their cars.



















































