Leaving Rushmore...

So we've left Mt. Rushmore and are ambling our way through the Black Hills of Dakota evocative both from the reference made in Rocky Raccoon and for the idea of black hills, whatever that might be.  Well, it turns out that the Black Hills are really green, evergreens mostly, and very reminiscent of the Adirondack Mountains in New York, where we come from, so if there's no pictures here, it's because I didn't take any.  Not that it wasn't ok, but it looked just like upstate New York or upstate almost anywhere, even New Mexico with it's national forests.  Its nice, but don't expect any surprises.  After this amble and some short stops in some very tacky,  not so interesting small towns that have sold  their souls to attract the Mount Rushmore tourist trade, it was getting a little late on Friday, and it became a mad dash for Rapid City, SD were we were spending a few nights.  As the old joke goes, for me anyway, the best view of the Black Mining Hills of Dakota was in the rear view mirror.

And back to the flat lands for which I seem to have developed quite an affinity.

                                                                     Pablo