Mt. Rushmore trip

About twenty years ago we went to see Mt. Rushmore, but underestimated South Dakota’s peculiarities and found it so snowy and cold (in June) that the vacation kinda sucked and failed. Last year we planned to try again, but unluckily scheduled our trip for the weekend just following Independence Day; I was totally unable to find a place for Hiko to stay while we went, and the hotels we’d already booked didn’t accept pets. So we went to grandma’s house instead.

This year we actually managed it: three pet-friendly hotels, four days of driving through the hottest weather evar, 61 mammoths, and stopping to look at random touristy stuff and see if Beeks felt like pooping yet.

The first thing we discovered was that downtown Cheyenne has a shit-ton of PokéStops. Of the four of us that live in Colorado Springs, dad is the only one not playing this game, but he’s watching the social phenomenon with amused interest, and tends to drive us around without complaint to stops and gyms. We really didn’t anticipate spending quite so long in Cheyenne XD

South Dakota, on the other hand, was entirely dead on both data and cell signal for all the Pokémon trainers in the car. I was really looking forward to finding out what might be hanging around near Mt. Rushmore, and what stops and gyms there might be, but no such luck. However, Pokes did tend to wander by our Wi-Fi-enabled hotels every night, so we got our fix.

We visited the Crazy Horse Memorial again, and estimated among ourselves that it’s going to take another 180 years to complete. And I’m not quite sure how I feel about that whole institution. Crazy Horse was a badass whose story and memory I like very much, and having a work of art dedicated to him seems pretty great. And as a work of art, the sculpture is shaping up to be awesome; certainly the smaller models of what it will supposedly look like in another two centuries or so are wonderful.

But the concerns of some of the Lakota about carving up the Black Hills like that seem totally legitimate. And this whole “Indian Museum of North America” kinda sets my teeth on edge.

Of course I’m not a Native American to any degree whatsoever, and know shamefully little about their various cultures, so I can only imagine how any one of them might feel about all of this. And I’m having a hard time coming up with an analogy in my own life, given my religion of art-worship. What if someone took a work of art I essentially considered sacred, destroyed its functionality as a work of art, and dedicated the resulting piece of trash, in all sincerity, to the original artist? I’m not sure how that could be accomplished, but the idea is certainly unsettling.

And walking through the museum at that location was kinda creepy. Because usually I see that sort of display relating to people that died thousands of years ago, not people that are still around today, possibly just a few miles off living in conditions of inconceivable poverty, oppression, and neglect. Yes, I know the purpose of the place is to educate visitors about various local tribes, but in practice the museum seems to relegate them to a quaint and interesting relic of a distant past, to further hasten an already abused people into obscurity and destruction.

I came away from the Memorial with very mixed feelings, most of them negative. I love the face that’s up there, which has been completed in beautiful detail since the last time I saw it — I’m just not sure it should be up there.

So everybody that lives on this planet informed me that we absolutely must drive through Bear Country USA while in South Dakota, and they were right. So much badass bears. My favorite part was when one ambled up and started gently chewing on the bumper of the car in front of us.

Actually my favorite part was Hiko Leeko. He was an exceptionally good boy for the entire trip, sitting or sleeping peacefully either on my lap or brother’s lap or his little bed in the middle seat, and sometimes looking out the windows. And he happened to be sleeping peacefully on his little bed in the middle seat when we entered Bear Country.

We ooh’d and ahh’d over the animals we could see, and then got into the bear section near the end where we were delighted with how many bears there were and how interesting and active they were and how one of them was biting the car in front of us.

So then this speaker outside somewhere comes on, and a muffled man’s voice is saying something unintelligible but clearly unrelated to us — and this wakes Beeks right up. So he gets up to look out the window, and he freaks out. He starts barking and barking and barking at the bears that are all around us, but more than that, he’s talking to the bears.

He has this hilarious way of talking to things he wants to get at that are out of his reach. Yeah, he barks too, but the talking is a distinctly different — and incredibly funny — sound that I’ve long wished I could get a recording of. Mom tried to record him in the car talking at the bears, but didn’t manage to start the recording until all the bears were out of sight and only some antelope or something were left for him to talk to.

Anyway, we were all laughing ourselves sick and sore over this, and Hiko was super energized and excited. We imagined him coming home and telling his best friend Galileo all about the trip, and getting to this part like, “And I told those bears…” and Galileo being like, Yeah, right..

There’s a pretty fun tiny little zoo at the end of Bear Country, but it was a billion and a half degrees so not a lot of time could be spent in it. I did take a selfie with a cute raccoon, though:

Mt. Rushmore was awesome, though Teddy still seems out of place. I’m always interested to note that the bigger a work of art is — the more firm in its place (both physically and in the history of such art) and able to speak for itself — the more vaguely-related commercialized bullshit and rigmarole seems to gather around it. But the onsite ice cream was good.

One time there was a bison walking so close beside the road as we drove by!!

OK, so. Twenty years ago, on our way to South Dakota, we drove past Carhenge in Nebraska, and everybody in the car went, OH MY GOSH WHAT IS THAT STOP, DAD, NEED PICTURES NOOOOWWWW. And dad said, “We’ll stop there on the way back,” and kept driving.

And then we took a different route on the way home.

Two decades later, none of us, I think, had ever forgiven dad for that XD I was especially annoyed when, during my visit to actual Stonehenge, the tour guide showed a picture of Carhenge and I couldn’t say I’d been there. So this time you can be damn sure Carhenge was specifically planned for.

I thought it would have been super cool to get pictures at Carhenge set up just like the ones at Stonehenge, but logistically it would have been extremely difficult if not impossible. Atmospheric conditions were nearly the precise opposite, and I had a little dog pulling at my wrist, among other things. Ah, well.

At one hotel, whilst out walking Deeks, I came upon these rocks huddled under a drainpipe for shelter:

And another hotel room had the most oddly placed Jacuzzi tub. It was immediately inside the door. Not in the bathroom, which had a separate, normal-sized tub, but in the little entry area in full view of the first of the two rooms and anyone coming through the door. It didn’t even have a curtain. Here’s a picture I took while standing in the room’s open door:

This was the same hotel whose desk attendant looked at me with bemused blankness, as if he’d never in all his days heard such a request, when I asked for some extra blankets.

Whilst driving at length between interesting places, I worked on Aku Soku Zan(za), and made some decent progress despite a distracting audiobook playing in the car and the impossibility of drowning it out with music on headphones. Why, you may ask, didn’t I just listen to the audiobook? I’ll tell you.

Some years ago, I gave mom Howl’s Moving Castle, and eventually (like maybe a year ago) she finally listened to it. And she fell madly in love with it, and now she listens to it all the freaking time. I don’t think I’ve gotten her to listen to a single new book since then, ’cause she puts Howl’s Moving Castle (and sometimes its so-called sequels) in between, like, everything else she reads.

So guess what we were listening to in the car -__- I love Howl’s Moving Castle, but I am getting a little tired of it, so I played a bit with Zanza and Tokio instead.

The trip overall was a lot of fun. Now I can attempt to get back into the swing of real life!! Gotta amend my weekend to-work-on list, since I’m off ASZz now and need to rotate onward to HR.

You’ll know it when you get here, if you haven’t lost your mind

On Monday my parents and brother and I will fly to Orlando, where we will meet Pookster and her husband and three kids (one of whom I have never met in person before). The purpose of this trip is to hang out with them and visit Disney World, but I felt I couldn’t bring myself to be in such close proximity to the Harry Potter items at Universal Studios Orlando and not go there as well. So on Tuesday, brother and I will do that (and report to my parents whether they would like it enough that they should drop Disney World for one day and go to Universal Studios instead), then hit Disney World on Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday.

I have never been to Disney World, but, as everyone knows, I love Disneyland to the extent where my subconscious obsessively presents it in my dreams on a regular basis. So the long and short of this is that I’m so damn excited and impatient for this trip that I can’t do anything else. Writing is not working; SBA is not working; nothing is working. I’m totally unproductive, so I’m finally getting around to posting some personal journal entry stuff that I’ve been too lazy to post for months or something.

I think I’ll put this all behind a link. Lots of pictures of me in here.

Now the time has come to leave these barren lands towards new horizons

Now I am 33 ^__^ What a cute number!

Santa Fe was as awesome as I expected. They were even having a sort of festival for Labor Day just for my birthday, so it was even more interesting a place than ever! And, holy crap, what delicious food we had for lunch. I also found several items for Zombie Girl for her approaching birthday, though when I will get those sent I do not know. In any case, it was tons of fun to go to Santa Fe.

New classes seem decent, and for the next few weeks I mostly get the teacher I like better. I got even more freaking textbooks; one of these days I need to arrange them all neatly on my bookshelf to see if they fill up one entire compartment. I have so damn many of them.

So much football yesterday. Things are not looking good for Air Force this year, and I actually stopped listening to that game (at work) near the end of the third quarter because what. The later game though… Taysom Hill is the new awesome. So that was good.

Today I have been very productive on a story and also played Dragon Age II on account of how important that is.

In a dream I had, there were zombies, but instead of being mindless murderous monsters, most of them had simply suffered a drop in intelligence that put them somewhere between human and animal. A bunch of thems were in my house, though my house had a hint of “ship” about it too. Sailing ship, not pairing ship.

So my mom (the captain) was showing the zombies around, because I guess they were going to stay there or something. Now, at this point I was in the middle of changing rooms, and some of my stuff was in one room while the rest of it was in another. And the room I’d previously inhabited seemed to strike one of the zombies (a more intelligent zombie) as the perfect place for himself and his two daughters (also zombies) to stay. He offered my mom $500 to let the three of them have that room.

What was interesting about this dream was how worried I was about slipping up and treating the zombies like lesser beings. Many of them were significantly less intelligent than they’d been in life, but that didn’t mean they wouldn’t be conscious of my treating them poorly. At the same time, I was more or less terrified of them, not just because of my general fear of zombies but also because I was afraid of the possibility of severe bacterial infection from their decaying flesh. So I was trying so hard to be polite and not show them how scared I was of them or how contaminated I knew they were, while at the same time keeping them away from food preparation surfaces and, like, beds and stuff.