We got up the next day and were driving the long, long road to Mount Rushmore, and Rusty got bored. She endangered both our lives by giving me head as we drove... I slowed down and still nearly swerved off the shoulder. She was satisfied with herself, laying looking up in my lap. The 'Cheshire Cat' smile on her face told the whole story.

I finally sat her up when we got in sight of the Presidents after getting through Keystone. She was in awe, and got as excited as a school girl, dragging me by the hand up the Street of Flags and dropping a quarter into the telescope so she could see better. After a quick snack, we went back to the car, and I took her through one of the most beautiful forest roads in the world, curling up pig-tail bridges and avoiding trees growing out of the center of the road. A wonderful time later, after stopping at scenic overlooks, we arrived at the curve around to the Needles Highway, winding among thousands of spires. At our destination motel that night, sweet Krista was going on and on about the mountain goats and wild donkeys and buffalo she had seen. She was almost giddy.

The next day was cave-day; we went to Wind Cave and Jewel Cave and took the tours, saw the Accidental Petroleum Company over the Wyoming border, and drove back to sleep in Lead. We took the gold mine tour, drove through the wild west town of Deadwood which is now all casinos, and slept in Sturgis. The Inn there had huge beds with coin-fed vibrators, and Krista went through $4 on them. What a wonderful few days.