Having left the Badlands, after a rainful and stormy night (thunder and lightning!), we drove for the Black Hills. As the naive Scandinavians we are, we trusted the car's computer when it said that we had enough petrol to drive to Rapid City. When the petrol gauge suddently fell and it got kind of scary. Finally, we found a old store/bar in the middle of nowhere South Dakota, who also sold petrol. Luckily we avoided the cumbersome process of stopping a car on the road, getting a lift into Rapid Cty., and returning with a can of petrol in a taxi.
The Black Hills had a kind of German or Austrian feel to it, with lots of green trees and lush mountains. We stopped for a quick lunch in Keystone, a city that mostly functioned as the entrance to the more fameous Mt. Rushmore. Mt. Rushmore was really wicked, mostly because it was just as we had imagined it. It was carved between the great wars and the sculptor was a Danish-American, namely Gutzon Borglum, so here in the heart of the US, all the Danes can pride themselves of having contributed to American identity and pride.
After the mountain we made camp nearby, and drove south towards Custer State Park. Mostly to see the wildlife. And we saw elk/white tailed deer and bison, but also minor creatures along the road. After the long day in the car it was nice to relax with meal in the nearby town of Custer, before heading back to camp zero.
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