Crossing the States, it’s clear that many places out here have no actual ‘here’, just shops selling T-shirts with the name of the ‘here’...
South Dakota… Finish crossing the Great American Prairie to the Badlands and suddenly it's a vast, rocky, Moon-like landscape. Into Wall Drug to see the dinosaur blow smoke every 15 minutes. On to Deadwood where Wild Bill Hickock is re-shot every two hours. Mount Rushmore covered in fog, Washington’s nose just visible. Dwarfed in size by world’s largest monument in progress, the Crazy Horse memorial, who do those cheeky Indians think they are?
Wyoming… A close encounter with the Devil’s Tower. Bowling in Cody. Into the Rockies and Yellowstone: smoking hot springs, boiling mud holes, Old Faithful, bears, bison, a snowball fight… Difficult to put a tent up when a tornado passes. Hiking in the Grand Teton (from the French…) mountain range. A rodeo in Jackson, yee-haw!
Idaho… Wake me up when we cross into the next state…
Utah… Floating in the Great Salt Lake. Looking for several teetotal wives to marry. Not breaking any speed records on the salt flats.
Nevada… Keep north, no money for Vegas. Breakdown in Winnemuca.
California… Into the Sierra Nevada to drop jaw at Yosemite. Hurt neck looking at giant sequoias. Wine tasting in Sonoma. San Francisco…
Hm, now what?
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