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MOUNT RUSHMORE NATIONAL MEMORIAL

BLACK HILLS REGION, SOUTH DAKOTA

 

 

 

 

 

SARAH PETTY SIGHED. Past noon. The sun had yet to burn-off the film of mist obscuring her view to the mountaintop. “What’s a visit to Mount Rushmore without a viewing of the Presidents?” Sarah complained to her traveling companion, Elizabeth Stein.

As an alternative, Elizabeth suggested a hike along The Presidential Trail. “We can visit the Heritage Village along the way. Wait till the fog lifts,” Elizabeth said.

“Hike? The Presidential Trail? It’s not a hike, Libb, it’s a stroll for cripples in wheelchairs.”

“Two-hundred-fifty steps, Sarah!”

With a grunt from Sarah, they set off.