Into the Mountain Range.

 

Written on June 26th:

We went into Wyoming and Montana today, but first, we saw Mount Rushmore. It was disappointing. We saw 4 heads from a distance, and that was it. I wanted to be closer and maybe a longer trail. Meh.

 

What followed was a 10 hour road trip. God that was long. We had to stop by McDonalds for lunch, and I ate a crapload of chips. So unhealthy. Luckily we bought some baby carrots, apples, peaches, and grapes. :3

Along the way, we almost ran out of fuel. As in, the low fuel icon came on and we were freaking out. There are like, NO gas stations before Rapid City (??? Idk where we stopped really). So we drove like 20 miles, with roadwork, at 30-60 mph (due to stupid cars ahead of us.) We turned off the AC, unplugged the GPS, and even turned off the radio. People were wondering what to do if we ran out of gas. Luckily it didn’t happen. That sure woke us up. Freaking risks. :P

We made it into the mountains relatively cleanly. The views, my god! Pine trees  carpeted the mountainous inclines; snow draped the peaks; sunlight glistened off ice crystals; chasms plunged off the sides. White, blue, green, brown. Each crisp and vivid contrasting against the others. See what I mean.

Aside from that, I thought a lot during the car ride. It’s what reading does to you. Speaking of which, I finished The Other Side of Paradise. Great book. I like Fitzgerald. Next up, Hemingway’s In Our Time.