The signs were there; little rips in plastic bags here and there, scattered crumbs and an inexplicably hyper cat, but we didn’t want to admit it. We were in denial for the better part of two months, in fact. When we discovered that a bag of chocolate chips had been ripped open and all of its contents pilfered, however, it was time to face the facts: the Incorrigible had a mouse. Continue reading
Our first stop was the big one, of course: Mt. Rushmore. Rushmore is one of those tourist attractions that somehow doesn’t seem real, because it’s so frequently featured in movies. It’s got the same sense of quiet unreality that visiting, say, the Death Star might have. We kept having to tap ourselves on the shoulder and say, “Wait, that place is REAL?”
Is it impressive? No doubt about it. Will you ask yourself “why” as you mill about with thousands of tourists? Almost certainly. Will you partake of a buffalo hot dog and peruse the massive gift shop? You’d better; after all, you’re here, why not go for it? Does Jefferson look kind of like our friend Henry? Yeah, he does. Continue reading