It was quite a good night in Cheyenne. The trains ran all night, but it was a soothing background noise that didn’t bother me. I would have slept late had I not been woken by a gaggle of kids around 7:00. I’ve been waking up between 5:00 and 6:00 for months, so that was a good stretch!
I took full advantage of the modest breakfast offered as well as the surprisingly good in-room coffee before leaving at 9:30. I had nothing planned for the day but to get to Keystone by mid to late afternoon.
It wasn’t far past Cheyenne when the landscape turned to the olive green rolling hills I consider to be ‘home.’
The first part of the day was along I-25. If I had kept going north, I would have hit home. But instead, I turned east on route 18 to head to the Black Hills.
It got colder the closer I got to Mount Rushmore, with snow on the ground, but the sky was clearer.
I actually saw Mount Rushmore as I drove past. I know of people who park illegally on the roadway to save on the parking fee and take a picture that way, but I’m going to do it properly.
Vicki was awaiting me when I got to her RV park. She pointed out that we could see Washington, Jefferson, and a bit of Lincoln from her spot! Too cool! We did the introductions and settling thing, enjoyed a bit of sun, and then she surprised me by making an amazing dinner, a much appreciated gesture! We’re both working tomorrow and Friday, but the weekend will be for adventuring.
(Sorry for two boring posts in a row, but you might as well get into it since I’ll be home soon! 🙂 )