Sixty-Third Post
Yeehaw! Day 4 had a cool little stop, riiiight there at point H. Mt. Rushmore – awwww yeah.
1965 miles from home in Allston to my mom’s to my sister’s to Kelsey’s to a Super 8 in Henrietta, NY to a KOA in Union, IL to an Econolodge in Jackson, MN to Mt. Rushmore to a cabin in Rapid City, SD
And here I am, oh-so-very in charge in front of Mt. Rushmore:
Representin’ for the Bean
Tomorrow: Missoula!!
I’ve always really, really wanted to go here. I like that you’re wearing your Red Sox hat!!
What a handsome portrait, with a gorgeous mountain view. I’d love to see Montana. And no, I’m not inviting myself because I already have people in No.Carolina besides my half brother, a friend in Michigan who was in Chicago, so I went there, relatives of Chuck’s in New Mexico and Colorado and I’ll probably never take any of those long rides even though Chuck’s Nephew in Santa Fe has been inviting us for years. Long car trips aren’t really our thing. And leaving the dog in a kennel doesn’t do it for us either, nor will he ever fly in a baggage hold or take a train (if they have anything besides baggage holds). Did you ever watch Judith Hoag in “Big Love” on HBO? She’s a nasty Mormon, but at least she’s against polygamy. I have a friend here who is an American married to an Indian man and knows several people I used to work with in adventure travel (which paid so little and gave no free trips that I ended up going to the West Coast and English and my boss had the nerve to demand why I wasn’t going to a Tanzanian safari when she wasn’t paying me enough to support one person, never mind a single mother and her son. According to Deborah John’s list you are on “How Well Do You Know Me.” I don’t know if you ever saw the tragic film made by my old friend David Breashears about the climb on Mt. Everest where a bunch of people died. It was an IMAX film. I have it on my Comcast DVR but haven’t seen him yet. Well, I used to do evening and weekend typing for David until he got angry at me for wanting to spend the weekend with Chuck when he wanted me to type. Tough noogies, boogie. Still he’s one of my claims to fame.