Galveston, Oh, Galveston – I still hear your sea winds blowin…

But for the rain along the way, our route to Texas was relatively uneventful.  We drove past Eureka Springs, my favorite city in Arkansas, and crossed the border into Oklahoma.  We stayed in a very small town by the name of Poteau, pronounced Po-toe in Oklahoma, at a campground we shared with bison, deer, and Shetland ponies.


From Poteau we traveled to Grapeland, TX at a campground recently purchased by a couple with nine adorable children, all ranging in ages from 1 to 14.   The way I saw it, they were going to need all those little hands to take care of the 100 acres they now owned.  The older ones cared for the younger ones, while others were painting and yet others were mowing the lawn, mom worked in the office and dad did all the outside repairs, etc.  From the outside looking in, they gave the appearance of a well-oiled machine, I just wonder what meal times look like!

The previous owner was an artist who collected western style buildings and had them positioned throughout the property giving the semblance of a western town.  Within it was a large swimming lake with a floating platform for sunning, various rental cabins and a very large stage, a perfect place for music festivals.







From Grapeland to Katy, and a quick stop over in Navasota, yet again another rainy travel day.  Apparently, a tree branch must have struck the skylight over the shower at some point because when we arrived in Navasota, we realized we had a hole the size of a golf ball.

Because of the rain, water and pine needles made their way inside the shower, but fortunately nowhere else.  We patched up the hole temporarily and immediately ordered the skylight and inside dome from the manufacturer and had both delivered to Galveston where we were going to be anchored for a couple of weeks.

In the meantime, we arrived in Katy, Texas.  Our youngest daughter, Ashley, prior to leaving Alaska, shipped us fresh Alaskan salmon, rockfish, black cod and halibut.  After picking this delicious gift from the airport, we left Katy and drove into Galveston.



Upon our arrival in Galveston we quickly made arrangements to have the bathroom skylight repaired.  We had not realized how discolored it had become and how dull the lighting in the bathroom actually was.  For the first time in years it was now light and bright.  Natural light is amazing!




We took a drive westward to Surfside and came across many beach camping.  Although this may not be foreign to some, to us it was certainly a novelty.  We are used to soft sand so with the exception of Daytona Beach, vehicles on sand are positively out of the question.  Seeing RVs parked on the beach was intriguing for sure.  We took a closer look and yippee!! we actually got to drive on the beach ourselves.  Now, that was special!  “Big Bertha,” our truck, had never been on such an excursion.

There were even directional signals right on the beach!  Sure enough, both vehicles and RVs were parked right on the sand.  While vehicles park as close to the shore as possible, RVs were parked alongside the grassy dunes, but nevertheless still on the beach.  Amazing, was all we could say!  Imagine turning off your A/C, opening all your windows and hearing the waves crashing on the shore, all day and night.  Sleeping under the stars! Ahhhh!!! Now, that’s boondocking!   On the flip side, salty air sticks to your RV and because it is always incredibly windy, you would definitely get a lot of sand inside.  Oh, well – I guess that’s what a vacuum cleaner and patience are for anyway.




Another day, we took a ride in the opposite direction and came across  East Beach, where one can ride horseback on the beach.  I had the opportunity of walking miles and feeling the warm sand on the bottom of my feet, while hearing the sound of the crashing waves, without actually getting into the water, as it is very murky.

Apparently, because the Mississippi and Red Rivers empty out onto the Gulf, (and we all know how filthy they are) sediment gets carried by the counterclockwise currents and all the beaches from Louisiana westward are brown.

We learned from the local news that a man had caught a 6′ shark a few days ago less than a mile away from where we stayed.  He had no clue what he had caught.  Families actually swim and play in that water.  It’s so murky, you cannot see your feet, let alone any creatures lurking nearby.  On a good note, there are tons of seashells near the shoreline.  So to those who enjoy shelling, this place could provide hours of fun.

Galveston has undergone massive beach expansions and continues to do so, the newest of which is Babe’s Beach.



We took a day trip around Galveston Bay and returned via the Bolivar peninsula and rode the ferry into Galveston.  We even crossed over the Intracoastal Waterway, which was actually pretty neat.  I had never actually seen any oil refineries and was in awe with the vast number of oil plants and drills dressing the landscape.

What was most amazing was the vast number of donut stores.  From chains to mom and pop establishments, everywhere you look you would find one, we couldn’t keep track.  There must be almost as many donut shops in this area as there are churches in South Carolina, without exaggeration.  Not only do they sell donuts, they sell Kolaches, pastries filled with either cheese, meat or fruit.  We decided on the meat kolache.  It was shaped like hotdog filled with sausage and it was actually pretty tasty.


Loading up into the ferry was easy and we were queued and positioned in the very front row.  Because it was so windy, large waves crashed onto the ferry totally soaking everyone in the front row. (Us!) I had gotten back in Big Bertha just in the nick of time and had I delayed one more second, I would have needed a change of clothes.  Poor Jackson froze in place.  Some guard dog he is!


We visited Murdoch’s, a souvenir shop and restaurant which is feet above the Gulf of Mexico surf.  The original Murdoch’s opened in 1910 as a swimsuit rental store for island visitors.  It has been rebuilt four times, the most recent of which as a result of Hurricane Ike in 2008.  This building, if nothing else, symbolizes Galveston’s resilience.



The Pier, the seawall, the sculptures, the Strand, which is where most of the boutique shops are located, and the many mansions and historic buildings make Galveston the city it is.


We made reservations at a steakhouse for the Fourth of July.  It was our 33rd Wedding Anniversary and we like to choose lively spots to celebrate the continuation of our wonderful journey.  After dinner we picked up Jackson and the three of us went to see the parade and fireworks by the seawall.  He got beads and wore them well!


This was Jackson’s first ever experience watching fireworks and I’m not real sure it was a hit.  Although his eyes were as large as flying saucers and was shaking enough to warrant John holding him for the duration, he never took his eyes off the fireworks.  Poor guy, he was probably saying – Do not do that again!  I truly don’t mind staying home by myself for a while.  That was insane and I didn’t like it!


Note to self – No more fireworks for Jackson.


We had a great time in Galveston and it’s time to move on.  So, on to San Antonio we go!








On Our Way to the Ozarks

We left Florida and made an overnight stop at Vicksburg, Mississippi. After setting up, we drove downtown to perhaps pickup some dinner. We drove and drove, turned this way and that way and not finding anything of interest, shrugged at each other and went to one of the local casinos and had a buffet dinner there instead.  Our preference is to stay away for those type of establishments as the tendency is to eat with your eyes.  Regardless, the food was bountiful and tasty.

Vicksburg is a historical town with many civil war attractions, the largest of which is Vicksburg National Cemetery is part of the military park, located by the USS Cairo.  Vicksburg National Military Park is the second largest national cemetery holding the remains of 17,000 Civil War Union soldiers.  The town itself, other than for the casinos, in my humble opinion, was rather depressing and but for the churches  which were kept up very nicely, the buildings and houses were old and tattered.


We left Vicksburg and crossed the bridge over into Louisiana.  Driving through these small cities made me sad.  They all are mostly depressed with stores either closed or shut down, with no shopping other than a small Walmart speckled every now and then and, of course, the usual Family Dollars or Dollar Generals.  The drive itself was pleasant and the view was dominated by corn fields, pecan fields, the occasional rice paddies, and Lake Providence, a large, beautiful lake with tons of cypresses along its shores.  Seeing the differently shaped cypress knees sprouting from the water reminded me of the trip we took into the Louisiana Bayou a few years ago but even more so for the beautifully hand painted cypress knee made to resemble an adorable Santa Claus, which I still am in the lookout for.

We arrived in Little Rock and again met up with Joe and Melodie.  Some have said we are stalking each other, but in reality we both had  similar itineraries, so why not play with friends whenever possible. We both stayed at Downtown Riversides, a campground on the banks of the Arkansas River, across from the Clinton Presidential Library and downtown Arkansas.

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We had the opportunity to also connect with old work friends, Tony and Darlette Ellis.  Darlette and Tony suggested that we go to dinner at Doe’s Eat Place, a little hole in the wall which has become a local hangout and has been around for ever.  Had we driven by and not known about it, we would have never even considered stopping, as it’s really not much to look at.  Oh boy, were we glad we did.  Doe’s was a true gem.  The decor was simple and contained tons of memorabilia and pictures of patrons, celebrities, and politicians, hanging on the walls all bringing each and every one of those moments to life.  The focus however, was the food.  It was absolutely, incredibly delicious and the portions were so tremendously large that sharing was highly recommended.  Whenever we come back to this area again, a stop at Doe’s is a must!

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On our last night in Little Rock, Joe, Melodie, John and I went to Buenos Aires Restaurant, where they served authentic Argentinian fare.  Again, the food was very good but the company was even better.



Now for the saga, approaching Little Rock, our tire monitor display read that one of our truck’s tires was low on air.  Also, immediately upon arriving, we noticed that the hub cap for our right rear tire had fallen off.  For the third time!  (Most recently, it had fallen while we were in Stuart).  The following morning we took the truck to a dealer (our first mistake), purchased another hub cap and had them look into the tire situation.  After a four hour wait, and close to $300 later, they installed a new hub cap and replaced the extended valve stem, which they claimed was not working properly, which was also replaced in April, while in Sebring.

On our last day as we were preparing to leave, we were manually checking the tires’ pressure and simply could not access the one day old, newly installed extended valve stem.  Off to another tire store we went where they remounted the inside back tire so that the extended stem could be accessed from the outside tire and wouldn’t you believe they tell us that the extended stem used was not working either.  Really????

We must have driven around for at least an hour looking for the darn extension.  Mind you, we had not yet tucked in and the jacks were not up.  We gave up the search and since the tire had good pressure we decided to just leave.

We left for Table Rock Lake sad that it will be a long time before we see these guys again but excited to meet up with yet another set of friends, Cindy and Steve.

The country roads to our next rendezvous were narrow, winding and hilly, not a good combination for us flatlanders.  The GPS was even telling us to drive through neighborhoods.  Thank goodness for alternative apps, (Allstays is my go to app),  which allowed me to identify alternate routes which ultimately took us to our destination.

We arrived at Ozarks RV Park in Table Rock.  This park overlooks Table Rock Lake and is very scenic.  The site assigned to us was very nice with an absolutely beautiful view, so I was excited to get settled in and relax, given all the running around and tense driving we had just done that morning.


I began opening the slides and the bedroom extended, but neither the kitchen, nor the living slides would.  We immediately contacted a mobile service guy and as luck would have it, he was already in the park and was looking into our issue within minutes.  However, after two hours of meticulous checking and testing, he concluded that the batteries we had, which were only  three months old, were not working  so we had to purchase new ones.  Uggh.  Anyway, once all was fixed, we went straight to having fun.

Cindy and Steve arrived late on Friday night and from that moment on, it was non-stop fun.  We boated, went swimming and tubing, played games, golf, and pickleball.



On Monday, we left the Ozarks and started heading toward Texas.  It was so nice seeing and reconnecting with our friends, Cindy and Steve again.


Leaving Our Happy Place

We got ready to leave Jacksonville heading for Navarre, a small town in the panhandle overlooking the Santa Rosa Sound.  All the slides were in, and the jacks were up when John started yelling at me that I had forgotten to lower the satellite dish.  Hmmm, I know I pressed all the appropriate buttons in the right sequence and even heard the motor of the dish stowing, so needless to say, I was confused.  I then looked at the display and it read EL motor home failure.  We have had the satellite dish for over four years and had never seen this message.  So, I tried to stow it again and the got the same message.  The dish just would not stow.  We couldn’t leave unless the dish was stowed.  So we had no choice but to do the millennial thing, use our phones to GTS.  What is GTS, you might say?  (Well, it’s google that sh..!)  Fortunately, we found an illustration showing us what to do to stow the dish manually.  Perfect, it appeared to be a simple task, except we had to go up on the roof to execute it.  Anxiously, up on the roof I went and after trying unsuccessfully for a while we decided to call several repair shops and mobile repair companies.  None could come out to help us right away and even if they could, they really did not know what to do.  The situation was that John had NEVER been on the RV roof.  I simply would never let him.  I cited health reasons but honestly, I was not even sure that the rear ladder would hold his weight and became really concerned as he suffers from mild acrophobia (fear of heights).  Naturally, John falling off the roof was certainly not in the plan.  I was so proud of him, although scared, he managed to climb the ladder, remove the necessary bolts, manually stow the dish and climbed back down.  What a relief!!!  I asked him if he had taken the opportunity to look at the roof, as he had never been on it and he said, absolutely not, his concern was to get up, get the job down, not fall off in the process and get down as quickly as possible.  That was one problem solved but we still needed to figure out why we received that message to begin with.  While John was driving, I spoke on the phone with a Winegard technician directly and received the instructions on how to recalibrate the system.  She even emailed me the instructions for the future.  Upon our arrival in Navarre, I successfully followed the instructions and VOILÁ our satellite dish was back in business.  John was happy and life was good again.

Santa Rosa Waterfront RV Park is a lovely, small park right on the Santa Rosa Sound.  The sites were a bit close together but the owners were in the process of adding shrubbery in between them to create more privacy.  It has a beautiful pool area, but even nicer, our site backed up to the Sound and we could hear the lulling sound of water lapping on the shore all day and night long.  Add to that a soft blowing wind and oh dear, we were in heaven!  I decided to soak it all in as much as possible as we would not be able to enjoy this type of view in a long while.

The following morning, while sitting outside and enjoying the view, we thought we smelled gas.  We have two LP tanks.  As both valves were closed we didn’t immediately register where the smell was coming from.  Upon inspection of one of the tanks and it was cold and sweaty.  Now, that was unusual.  As luck would have it, a mobile RV service person was two sites away so I posed the situation and he came over only to diagnose the problem.  He informed us that albeit rare, the tank was bad and needed to be replaced as it probably had a small leak somewhere and that it was not worth repairing and it would be more economical to replace it.  Wouldn’t you know, just down the road, less than 10 minutes away was a Camping World location where we purchased a new tank and just for good measure, new valves as well.  John replaced everything and we were good to go.

We took a drive to Pensacola Beach and returned via the scenic route through the Gulf Islands National Seashore, located in Santa Rosa Island, all the way to Navarre Beach.  Imagine being in a totally desolate area with pristine, crystal clear emerald green water, sand so white it’s blinding, giving the appearance of sugar, and so fine you sink in it as you walk.  Imagine seagrass swaying back and forth in the wind trying to keep pace with the waves lapping on the shore. The beach is my happy place for sure.


We again met up with our friends, Melodie and Joe, at Florabama for lunch.  We appear to be traveling in the same direction, only just a few days apart from each other, and this happened to be one of the places in which our travels overlapped.

We took walks on the beach, played golf, ate seafood, took in beautiful views of the Sound and even watched incoming storms, and even made new friends.

After a week in Navarre, leaving Florida brought bittersweet emotions.  We knew this time was coming but now that we actually left, it was exciting.  We will not return for several years as there are many other places to visit.

With that in mind, we made our way toward Little Rock, Arkansas via Vicksburg, Mississippi.









Our Favorite Break from Our Travels

Randy and Carolyn absolutely needed a mini-vacation and back in February we excitedly and gladly volunteered to babysit our two adorable little grandsons.  We talked about bringing Jackson with us but were warned that Jackson and the boys might just be a bit too much.  Of course, the final decision was totally left up to us, but after some discussion, we thought perhaps it would be best if we provided undivided attention to the boys.  So off to doggie Taj Mahal Jackson went.

They left very early the following morning, cautious that if they were to be seen by the little ones, meltdowns would soon follow.  At 6:30 am sharp, stirring sounds began, way before coffee.  Both boys hit the ground running, and after breakfast and lots of play, it was only 8:30 a.m.   We looked at each other and said, they were right, bringing Jackson would not have been a good idea.  When would we have had time to walk him?

Spending undivided time with the grands was fabulous.  We took them for ice cream, played and played, snuggled, cuddled, watched their favorite tv program Peppa Pig at least 100 times, (not exaggerating) and on our last night we all went out to dinner with our friends, Kelly and Doug.  The boys were fabulous at the restaurant.  Frankly, we could not even tell we had little ones with us.  They were wonderful for grammy and grandpa and gave us not a bit of trouble and what we are the most proud of is that there were absolutely no meltdowns!   Woohoo!!


We were truly sad to leave as we had so much fun and loved bonding with the boys, but it was time for us to resume our travels.  Looking forward to seeing you boys, Randy and Carolyn in October for Katrina’s wedding in Colorado!

After a full day of much needed rest, we will resume our  adventures.  On to Navarre Beach, Florida.


2018 – Resuming Our Adventure

After a little over two years of constant traveling, on October 2015 we arrived in Central Florida and remained anchored at Torrey Oaks RV Resort in Bowling Green, Florida.  While there we met many wonderful people and had tons of fun.  We purchased a lot, upgraded it and enjoyed many, many fun and lively get togethers and activities not to mention numerous meals, happy hours, breakfasts and all in all had a fabulous time.



The resort was surrounded by an 18 hole golf course and this allowed for John to work on his golf game and I even took up the game.  We went on a cruise to Key West and Cozumel, Mexico with “a few” friends from the park and had a wonderful time.



The Brilliance of the Seas

Deep inside though, we were yearning to continue our travels.  Once we learned the 18 hole golf course was going to be sold, we made up our mind and sold our lot.  We are comforted by the fact that while in Torrey Oaks, we were able to spend precious time with John’s mother and watched her turn 90, 91, 92 ….


We all know how time flies and how fast our families continue to grow.  Randy and Carolyn, now have two amazingly energetic, and adorable little boys, Camden and Peyton.  Katrina is engaged to be married in late October to a great guy, Brian; and Ashley found Ivana, a wonderful partner in her life journey.   They are all incredibly fortunate to be following their dreams.


So, without further ado, we are excited to follow ours.  We began our travels westward bound toward Arizona where we anticipate to winter later this year.  Our first stop was Jonathan Dickinson State Park in Hobe Sound where we reconnected with several friends we had not seen in a long time.  We were greeted by the local chicken who would not leave our site.  Jackson got rather excited however, upon realizing that there were rabbits  everywhere, the “ever so grateful chicken” became second fiddle.



We left Jonathan Dickinson State Park, houseless but not homeless, and headed toward St. Augustine.  St. Augustine is the oldest city in the nation and although I realize that it does not change much, I had not been there since I was a little girl and for that reason, I wanted to see it again.  When we arrived, the constant rain had subsided and was expected to resume in a few days so we took advantage of that and drove to Anastasia Island where we went to Anastasia State Park, the St. Augustine Lighthouse, and visited the beach.



St. Augustine Lighthouse


Jackson loving St. Augustine beach

We went sightseeing, behaved like “tourists” with a camera around my neck and rode the Old Town Trolley.   Actually, making stops all around town was the best way to see the charm and colonial Spanish style buildings which fills the city.


We took a sip from the Fountain of Youth, the grounds of the oldest successful European settlement in the United States and where the 1587 Mission Nombre de Dios church was founded.  Nestled in a natural setting amid beautiful gardens where peacocks (males) and peahens (females) roam freely. There were gorgeous peafowl (both males and females) which I incorrectly thought were albinos but instead were literally all white, due to a missing gene.




Castillo De San Marcos


Bridge of Lions

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Oldest Wooden Schoolhouse


Oldest House


Old Jail


Flagler College

On to Jacksonville, park the RV and travel to Charleston to spend time with the grands.  Woohoo!



Colorado – Land of Beautiful Scenery

We left Sturgis earlier than planned, just two days into the actual rally.  It started getting quite a bit rowdier than we cared to stick around for.  Linda and Walter left to return to Florida, as they were expecting their first grandchild’s arrival.  Doug and Kelly continued with us for the first portion of our Colorado experience.  We decided to drive through Wyoming and stayed overnight in Cheyenne.

The following day we arrived in Estes Park and settled in.  Estes Park is a quaint mountain village at the entrance of Rocky Mountain National Park.  We were excited as we drove into the park the following day.  The park was celebrating its 100th Anniversary.  We ascended via Rocky Mountain National Park’s Trail Ridge Road, the highest major highway in North America and with every turn we were more and more breathless, both literally and figuratively.

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South Dakota – Mitchell, Sturgis, Custer State Park, and so much more….

We left for Sturgis, SD and came across Mitchell which is known for its Corn Palace.  This is a building utilized by the community for various purposes, including sporting events.  What is most interesting is that all the walls inside and outside the building are decorated with corn stalks, husks, and corn cobs of all sizes and colors to form beautiful murals.  These murals are taken down each fall and replaced with different murals.  Imagine the artistry involved.  It must be a full-time job, just to think of the project, let alone to create them.

And that was only the outside.  The inside walls were just as fabulous.  The attention to detail is unbelievable.

Some of the walls inside

We then continued on to Wall where the famous Wall Drugs is located.  We had lunch at Walls Drugs and then continued our trip to Sturgis, SD located in the beautiful Black Hills.

This year it was the Motorcycle Rally’s 75th Anniversary and about 1.5 million bikes were expected.  As you know, we are not bikers but it certainly was an item on our bucket list.  When we arrived in a full week ahead of the rally, we saw thousands of bikes everywhere and as the week progressed and the rally date got closer, more and more were seen, as if they were cloning.  We knew that we would have to share the road with many, many bikers and since Bertha Butt is a road hog, we opted to arrive a week early.

We stayed at Broken Spokes Saloon which sits on 600 acres about 10 miles out of town.  Since we arrived well before the crowd, we had the pick of the liter when it came to campsites.  We opted to choose a site far away from the pool area, as we were warned that if we chose something closer we would never get a night’s sleep.  The sites we chose had a beautiful view of Bear Butte and nobody to block the view.  Linda and Walter West and Doug and Kelly Williams joined us for the week there.

View as we opened our door each morning.

We also happened to be in the area during the blue moon.  Someone told me that is when you have two full moons in a month?  I’ll have to google that sometime.

As the week progressed though, you could see the number of bikes increase exponentially.

Of course, while in town, Doug and Kelly and we had to stop for libations at several of the local establishments.

Easy Rider Saloon

and of course, the Dungeon Saloon, where the lighting was indeed orange (not a photography faux pas)

Some of the prettiest bikes

In spite of the crowds, we were able to drive many beautiful scenic byways taking in some gorgeous scenery.  We decided to go through Belle Fourche, (pronounced “Foosh”), which is the exact center of the nation on our way to Spearfish and Deadwood.

Deadwood is a historic gold mining town that has not changed much of its appearance.  It’s an old western town.

Some of the West’s most flamboyant characters now “rest in peace” at Mount Moriah Cemetery.

Wild Bill’s resting place and Calamity Jane – right next to him.

We drove to Spearfish and absolutely loved the drive through Spearfish Canyon.  One early morning we drove to Custer State Park.  The Wildlife Loop Scenic Road is 18 miles of nature at its best.  While driving this route we encountered grasslands dotted with prairie dogs, deer and “begging” burros which like to come up to your vehicle’s windows, but most amazingly we somehow were trapped by the largest herd of buffalos we’ve ever seen.   The entire  herd was hard to capture as they were spread out and quite a bit.  They were roaming on both the grasslands and the road.  In front of us, beside us and behind us.  Actually, a couple of them decided they were going to get frisky “right behind Big Bertha”.   Naturally, John wanted me get out and take an upfront and personal picture.  What was he thinking?  We were told by the rangers that we might see bighorn sheep, antelope, even elk.  Unfortunately, none were to  be seen this time.  I bet you they saw us though.

Prairie dogs


Herd of bison.

Hmmm.  I dare not interrupt…

He needs to use the bark of an aspen tree to reshape his horn, after all, that is what deer do.

We then drove the Needles Highway is 14 miles long and it is actually amazing.  After seeing incredible needle like granite formations all around you, you get to drive your vehicle through a rock tunnel, the eye of the needle.  The needle eye tunnel is 8’6″ wide so Big Bertha had about a 2″ clearance on either side.  I know that John will probably never do that again.

The needle eye tunnel is barely wide enough for one vehicle and therefore vehicles approaching from either way of the two way road must stop and confirm that no vehicle is entering the tunnel from the opposite direction prior to entering themselves. 

Oh, let me give you a huge hug!

We then took the Iron Mountain Road which is 18 miles long. This road has several tunnels, but most specially there is a tunnel that frames Mount Rushmore.

On way back we drove by Mount Rushmore to see it a bit closer.

We drove up Mount Coolidge, elevation 6,023, which is one really winding and narrow road for a great views of the surrounding area including Mt. Rushmore and Crazy Horse Monument.

Mt. Rushmore

Crazy Horse Monument – is the largest sculpture in the world.  This sculpture began in 1939 as a memorial to Lakota Leader Chief Crazy Horse.  The original sculptor, Korczak Ziolkowski’s wish that no federal or state funds would ever be accepted to build the memorial.  When it is completed, the sculpture will be 563 feet high and 641 feet wide.

We took another ride and drove to Devils Tower National Monument in Northeast Wyoming but before we arrived we drove through the town of Hulett, yet another old west town.

Our trip to South Dakota is nearing its end as we will be heading to Colorado next.