I’ve always had a small fascination with giant statues carved into rock. Having seen our fair share of giant Buddhas in China and Japan, it seemed fitting to see the US equivalents at Mt. Rushmore. Mammoth presidents carved into the side of a mountain in the Black Hills, Mt. Rushmore is equal parts cool, kitschy, and patriotic.
I was pretty excited to see them, and utterly crushed when we showed up that morning to see the mountain completely covered with fog.
Cue sad trumpet noises…
Fortunately that was about to change.