Wait… This Is It?
Why yes, kittens, it is. After several weeks of keeping our faithful readers waiting, the EthelGoesWesters are back for our final post. The pinnacle of the trip, Ethel’s true manifest destiny: Mt. Rushmore.
Look at that beauty. Aren’t they great, those presidents? Of course they are! Which is why we took our final mission to visit them very seriously. In the days leading up to our big visit, Meg, Daniella, Melinda, and I gleaned as much information about George, TJ, Teddy, and Honest Abe as we could, creating a 100 question quiz to help us know to which president we could relate. For instance, did you know that GW received 100% of the electoral votes? Well, as our undeniable Ethel leader, Daniella picked up some mad points in her relation to Washington, picking up seven of 27 questions.
The honors of being most like Thomas Jefferson, the second tallest of the Mt. Rushmore presidents and inventor of the swivel chair, went to our dear Meg. I had the distinct pleasure of being most like our least athletic president, Teddy Roosevelt, and dear Melinda joined the ranks as Abraham Lincoln, who besides redefining the meaning of “republicanism,” also owned a very fancy watch.
Armed with our new information, we drove bravely to the Mount, where we were greeted by an outrageous parking fee, a long outdoor corridor of state flags,
and some crazy lookin’ tourists. However, no tourists looked quite as crazy as we did. Empowered by our president quiz, we decided no trip to Mt. Rushmore was complete without a little impersonatin’. Behold.
Why, yes, that is Melinda wearing my sleeping mask on her chin for a beard. Let’s get a closer look, shall we?
Yeah, I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking, “dang, those gals look goooood.” We know, we know.
We were starting to get stares, (though I can’t imagine why) and so we removed our costumes for a little more normal posing with America’s finest prezs.
And after taking all the pictures we could want, we made our decision: it was all a little underwhelming. Mount Rushmore? Meh!
It was time to go home.
After a quick stop at America’s largest convenience store, Wall Drug, and a quick lesson in Ethel-driving for Melinda we were off!
Melinda is such a natural.
Well, that is the story of Mount Rushmore. A little gimmicky, a little overcrowded with bikers, and a little… little. Ethel was self-satisfied and ready for home, and so were we. A perfect end to a spectacular trip. I miss it already, despite my expression in this picture:
Anna Beth (AKA Teddy R.)