The day we went to Rushmore was very cold and very windy. The cold part worked out fine for me, since there’s a bucketload of stairs to climb to the overlooks. I can huff up bucketloads of stairs much more successfully on a cold day than a hot one, and there were definitely bucketloads of stairs. I liked Rushmore better than I thought I would, but I wouldn’t call it the high point of the trip. Some people that I’ve talked to about the trip seem to think it would be that – the high point and swellest thing of a swell trip.
