After visiting Mount Rushmore, Edgar and I camped. Getting up at 2:00 am to use the facilities, I thought for sure Edgar was zipped in the tent. When I got back to the tent, no Edgar!!! After searching and calling quietly to him for about an hour I heard a faint bark, was he stuck in a hole? Oh no, not Edgar, he had followed me to the loo and I never saw him behind me. Locked in the Ladies Room, he was sure glad to see me open the door.
The next morning it was 42 degrees and raining….brrrrrr. We broke camp and headed to the Crazy Horse Memorial, it was cloudy and rainy, unfortunately you could not see the carving.
The visitor center at the memorial was worth the trip, I spent a couple hours hoping the weather would clear, the forecast was not cooperating.
We made our way to Deadwood.