Showing posts with label Mount Rushmore. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mount Rushmore. Show all posts

Monday, June 1, 2009

The Best of the May Walkabout

Now that we are back home, we thought we'd capture the 'bests' from our trip. Here they are, in no particular order...

The best place we didn't stop, and would like to return to see: Lake Coeur D'Alene, in Idaho. We drove by it on the way home, and thought it was one of the most beautiful places we had seen:

Best souvenirs: Deb's charm bracelet from Carmel, and Steve's Mount Rushmore mug, which matches his favorite Lake Powell mug.

Food...

Best home cooked meal: ham cooked in Coke at Sally's. Best brew pub: Bend Brewing Company in Oregon, where we had a beer sampler, calamari for an appetizer and salmon pizza. Best pizza at Campisi's, in Dallas:

We had pizza with Sally and Art at the original Campisi, known as the Egyptian Lounge when Jack Ruby ate there the night before shooting Lee Harvey Oswald:

In a typical Internet "walkabout", I ended up reading 50 pages of the deposition Joe Campisi gave about his association with Ruby - and all I was trying to do was get a picture of the restaurant back in 1963, when Ruby ate there. So easy to go off on a tangent, on the Internet....
Best hotel: The Driskill, in Austin.
Best chain hotel: Fairfield Inn. After saying in an earlier post that our plan to stay at Marriott hotels wasn't working for us, we stayed at Fairfields in Bend, Seattle, Bozeman, Rapid City and Rockford IL - basically, the whole end of the trip with the exception of Portland, where we stayed at the Mark Spencer. We found the Fairfields to be a good value, plus their consistency was a welcome comfort on the long trip home.



We received our best insight on the final day of the trip, from a nice man working breakfast at the Rockford hotel. It had opened only weeks before, and was lightly booked. They had upgraded us to a suite, and were taking good care of their relatively sparse clientele. When I was getting breakfast, I told one exceptionally helpful gentleman that I was well acquainted with their breakfast setup, since we had stayed at so many Fairfields in the last month. He asked about our trip and why we were traveling so long. I explained that we were investigating possible places to relocate to and he asked me what we had learned from our walkabout. I said 'that no place is perfect', and he replied 'yes -- not until you make it so'.
It was an insight worth driving 7500 miles for.

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

The Drive Home: Mount Rushmore

The drive home was a long one -- five days. We planned it so we would get a break on day three, which would be a short day of driving (350 miles) combined with a little sightseeing. Our biggest treat was Mount Rushmore, our first stop on Day Three, just miles from our Fairfield Inn in Rapid City, SD.

We had absolutely beautiful weather, as we did most days of our walkabout, with the exception of severe weather on the drive to Dallas. It was a picture perfect day, as you can see from this traditional shot of Mount Rushmore:


What you can't see in the classic view that we are all used to seeing are the new facilities that have been built-up around this national monument. When I first visited with my family, about 40 years ago, there was nothing much more than a parking lot and a trail through the woods. Now there are multiple buildings designed to frame the monument view, as well as house the gift shop, eating areas, theaters running films on the making of the monument, and an ampitheater. The ampitheater is the viewing area for the evening light show, which we were not able to see. You approach these facilities through this walkway full of pillars and flags:

Gutzon Borglum was the artist who planned and executed Mount Rushmore, and there are numerous homages to him, including this bust sculpted by his son:

I am very glad we took the time to visit Mount Rushmore, even though I was eager to get home. It was a beautiful work of art in a lovely setting, and it gave me energy to continue our long drive to Hudson.