You know what I really like about this mug? There’s a picture of Mt. Rushmore on the inside. As I drink my coffee, more and more is revealed, and it makes me feel like a superhero.
“Remember that time when the Black Hills were flooded with coffee?”
“Sure do! I’m so glad Coffeeman showed up just in time and drank it all!”
“He saved Mt. Rushmore!”
Mt. Rushmore was on our list of places we wanted to take the kids while they were still kids. We got as far as Sioux Falls on day one, then we stopped at the Corn Palace in Mitchell the next day before continuing west. We were going to grab McDonald’s on the way out of Mitchell, but the western way back onto I-90 didn’t have one. Neither did the next exit. Or the one after that. Or the one after that. Or the one after that. Or the… We ended up going all the way to Chamberlain, into the town, a couple blocks from the Missouri River to find one. And we later drove into a very intense thunderstorm as we neared Custer State Park, where we camped for a few days.
The latter part of the trip included driving through the Badlands, stopping by Wall Drug (yes, we got a bumper sticker), visiting multiple Laura Ingalls Wilder sites in South Dakota, Minnesota and Wisconsin, and spending time with family in Minneapolis.