Was drinking wine, then I got a cowboy hat put on me and then ICED by Bob.
Asshole! ;-) Bob ;-) Asshole ;-)
Eventually they get tired and we all head to bed. By around 10 AM, Bob and I are up and there is no going back to sleep so we head out for a drive through the Blacks Hills National Forest.
They are called the black hills because these trees look black from afar.
Those trees are still hanging on at the edge.
Getting higher and anticipating the views from the top
Got to the top, where there are many many cell phone towers.
Walking to the lookout.
And there she is!
My body is craving for veggies... so I get a plate full with some beets!
We head back to the house. I take a short nap, and then I head out to Wyoming for an excursion to Devils Tower National Monument. Read more about here (coming soon).
On the way back I decide to stop by a local restaurant to get some dinner: Killian's Tavern.
I run into a fellow traveler: Sam (from Boston) who is also traveling the country in his car.
How co-incidental that I would run into someone in a bar in a town of 10,000 people also traveling across the United States, sit next to him, and then have this conversation. It turns out he is driving for about a month, his budget is relatively the same as mine (monthly), and also has a blog (wherethebleepamigoing.tumblr.com), so we talk more and trade travel tips of how we get by. I also find out he drives the same car (year and model) and we are driving to the same location tomorrow: Mt. Rushmore. Too freaky.
Perhaps we will meet again.
I chow down on dinner and then go back to the house.