After a bit, we suggested that we stop again on our way back home, loaded back up in the car and drove to Hill City, where we were staying at Crooked Creek Resort.
Our intention had been to head back to the resort, allow the kids to swim, eat a quick dinner, and then head to Mt. Rushmore. However, the pool was being refilled because the storm that had blown through two nights before had broken a glass table in the pool. It was emptied, cleaned, and was likely not going to be full until the next morning. So we ate what was left of the hot dogs and headed to Mt. Rushmore.
After the visitor center, we enjoyed the new viewing terrace and then headed to the kids exploration area (which was closed) and the Lakota Heritage area (which was also closed). Disappointed, we decided to just enjoy the trail and the view of the presidents. As we walked, we passed many people with ice cream, and it was quickly decided that we would be making a stop for that.
We purchased our daily postcards in the gift shop, and I found my much wanted subtle turquoise jewelry. We then found ourselves with enormous ice cream cones and an hour and 20 minutes of time to kill before the viewing ceremony. After we finally finished the ice cream, we passed the time by playing I Spy and Story, which consisted of each of us saying 5 words contributing to a story. At one point SpongeBob, Patrick, and Little Red Riding Hood made an appearance, but Sebastian attempted on numerous occastions to kill of SpongeBob and Patrick.
Once dusk arrived, we listened to a wonderfully articulate ranger on the importance of history and watched a Discovery Channel film on the history of Mt. Rushmore. Matthew was very excited that the movie was narrated by Darth Vader. As the movie completed, the monument was lit and it was absolutely beautiful. We stayed to honor the veterans that had visited that day and headed back to the teepee well after 10:00 pm.
We were all very excited to spend our first night in the teepee, but some time after midnight, the wind picked up and I was hit in the head with something. I soon discovered it was hail, and was now repeatedly being pelted in the head and body by both hail and rain. The temp dropped to 50 degrees and I was soaked through. At one point I was certain that the teepee would be torn apart by the storm, but it held. But as I pulled the blankets over my head, praying for sleep, I realized that we would be finding new accomodations in the morning.
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