To The Black Hills We Go
- Natasha
- Jun 29, 2015
- 2 min read
Alas! More traveling. But this day shall not be as long as the previous. This morning started out as usual, with Dad saying we were in no rush and Mum contradicting him two seconds later with the mantra: “We gotta go! We’re so far behind!” And then we had a big thing where the coffee maker decided to malfunction and a little green light turned on, so naturally that was a cause for panic. Of course, the machine had fallen off the counter and spilt coffee beans everywhere whilst we were driving out of Yellowstone yesterday. When we did get out (before our deadline, shockingly enough) we had to stop at Walmart scarcely an hour into our drive. In that time, I managed to finish the book Sarah’s Key (which was very good, but sad and disturbing) and start a collection of Grimm’s Fairy Tales I happen to have on my iPad. At Walmart we bought some groceries and some hooks and such for organizing rooms, then proceeded to pack all the groceries in the second bathroom because we had no room inside the actual trailer. We also got Subway for lunch, which was delicious as usual. We continued on our merry way, out of Wisconsin and into the Black Hills of South Dakota. We made camp at yet another KOA, but this one isn’t just your typical Kampground of America, no. This is a KOA resort. RESORT I tell you. Anywho, after we set up, while supper was being prepared, Isaac and I set off in search of a spot to cool down, and came across the distant lands of a splash park and a waterslide, about ten meters from our campsite. I made the mistake of entering into a challenge with my brother and the deal was this: if he ran thrice through all the torturous devices in the previously mentioned splash park, I had to do the same, but only once. Of course, he ended up holding his end of the bargain so I had to as well, on my honour. I had also kicked his butt at ping pong a few minutes before, so that was my reward. We finished our games just as dinner was served and we spent the rest of the night relaxing in our one and only Smaug. Thus begins our time at Mount Rushmore. Peace out m8s.












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