This week, in honor of it being Presidents’ Day weekend, I offer a photo I took a few years ago at Mount Rushmore, in South Dakota. I was set to attend a conference in Salt Lake City and convinced my husband (my son needed no convincing) that we should all go, and make it a cross-country family road trip.
On the way out, we took a northerly route, first heading up to Wisconsin to see Bob’s family, and then crossing the Mississippi and continuing west, including a stop in De Smet, South Dakota, the original Little Town on the Prairie, where one of my writer heroes, Laura Ingalls Wilder, lived. Then we drove to western South Dakota to see Mount Rushmore, the Crazy Horse Monument, and the Badlands. (We would take a more southerly route on the way home, including Arches National Park, the Four Corners Monument, Mesa Verde, and part of Route 66.)
I’d been a newborn the last time I’d visited Mount Rushmore, so I had no memory of being there. The monument impressed me a lot more than I had expected. It is quite beautifully, artistically carved. I especially liked Abraham Lincoln’s eyes. Looking at this photo, it’s hard to believe they’re cut from stone.