On tap for day 3 was the drive from Mount Rushmore to Cody, WY via Little Big Horn.  Traveling from Rushmore to Little Big Horn was largely uneventful, until we stopped at what might be the worst fast food restaurant on the planet.  Here is a brief list of grievances regarding the Little Big Horn KFC:

1. Chunk waited 20 minutes for chicken strips
2. The buffet, while advertised from 12 to 2, was not prepared at 1 because "we haven't got around to it yet"

3. Bathroom door was tied shut using toilet paper

4. No biscuits, which is 1/2 the point of KFC

5. Mustard on the wall, lettuce on the ceiling (not sure how that happened)

6. They used a number system to call up orders, but did not give you a number

7. No lids, presumably because they had not gotten around to it yet.

8. One lady ordered a three piece meal, but they gave her three three piece meals

9. Ran out of potato wedges, but it's ok because Chunk got double coleslaw

10. Flies, cut seats, and other minor criticisms.

11. According to Becky, the bathroom "smelled like Cherry Run," which I take to mean something bad
12. It took an hour from entry to departure

Little Big Horn itself was extraordinarily interesting.  We joined the walking tour, which was very well done and interesting.  Josh was particularly attentive, which had almost nothing to do with the attractive guide.  Kati offered to be his wingman, which virtually ensures success.  He was a gentlemen, however, and realized trying to hit on chicks at the scene of what the guide called  "the 9/11 of the 19th Century" was a little uncouth.  We might swing by on the way back, though, if Vegas doesn't pan out. 


This Picture is of Monuments Exclusively

Seriously, though, the walking tour was spectacular.  The history of the battle is fascinating in every way.  It is also incredibly sad.  Custer's forces were destroyed, which as I mentioned was the 9/11 of the day, but the Sioux and Cheyenne fought the battle seemingly knowing they would lose the war.  Nobody wins. 

Markers for Every Fallen Soldier

After Little Big Horn we made our way to Cody, WY as we enter the Yellowstone portion of our journey.  On the way we used some non-interstate routes in Montana and Wyoming.  Wyoming Highway 72 was particularly noteworthy for three items - 1) Speed Limit of 70 MPH, 2) Being partially dirt, 3) an overly friendly construction worker.  The road was being repaved, so they stripped it down to dirt but left the speed limit of 70 in place.  At the beginning of the roadwork was a very nice lady flagperson.  She had great knowledge of the area and helped us plan our travels to Yellowstone.  She also warned us that men were prone to being ruffied (or "slipped a Mickey") in some areas of Wyoming.  Chunk was naturally the most concerned, as he is by far the most desirable of the group.  



Speed Limit: 70



Tomorrow: Geyser day at Yellowstone!

Random Stats:

Total Hours Driven: 35

Calories of Gummy Bears Chunk Consumed: 600

Meat Stick Inventory: 85% capacity

Baby Mule Deer Sited: 1

Quote of the Day:

"If I lived here, I wonder how many horses I would hit with my car."

 - Becky, notorious for striking deer with her vehicles