This first picture (again, I did them out of order. Great) is Mark pulling the handle of the biggest slot machine I've ever seen in Deadwood. Not being a big fan of flushing our money down the toilet, we didn't stay very long in the casinos.

This second picture is of some random bikers entering Mount Rushmore. See, even us bikers like to look at cool sites and historical landmarks.

This third picture is a herd of buffalo in the Custer State Park which is located in the Black Hills National Forest. I have never seen such a sight in my life. They are so big. We heard (get it, herd?) that a buffalo charged a guy on his motorcycle the day before. What? What in the world do you do when a buffalo charges you? What was he doing getting so close to a buffalo. I would have loved to play wildlife photographer and crawled around looking at them with my camera, but Mark wouldn't let me, so this is what we got.

Here's the Crazy Horse Monument. It's not even close to done yet, but the original sculptor and his family have been working on it for years and years. He died years ago, but his wife and seven of his ten children are continuing his work. Eventually you'll be able to see Crazy Horse's hair and the horse he's riding on. Kinda strange that they'd decimate an entire mountain with continuous blasts of dynamite, disturbing all of the wildlife, to create a monument. Whatever happened to good ole marble, like Rodin used?

This one is my dad and me at Mount Rushmore. What an awesome day for a ride. The roads were amazing. So was this. Would you believe that Thomas Jefferson, immediately to Washington's left, was started on Washington's right. They got much of his face finished before Borglum (the artist) ran into a major fissure in the rock, and so in 1934 they blasted his face right off the mountain and moved it over to Washington's left, where it is now.

Thanks for checking us out. Mark will probably add some comedy later. I just finished my statistics and my theoretical criminology homework and seem to have put my sense of humor somewhere else for the time being.

Oh, by the way, the campground is about empty now since the rally ended today (or yesterday?) and my dad and Mark and I were able to get cabins. YAY!!! don't like tents in high winds.