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MOUNT RUSHMORE NATIONAL MEMORIAL

BLACK HILLS REGION, SOUTH DAKOTA

 

 

 

 

 

STRUGGLING MIGHTILY TO KEEP UP, Elizabeth shouted ahead, “If we fall, the Rangers won’t know where to look for us!”

Libby wasn’t panicked, not yet. But soon, she feared, hysteria would set in. From below, the incline appeared nowhere near as rugged to her, and nowhere near as steep. Only part way up, with the loose stone uncertain beneath her feet, did Libby realize she had no clue how she’d get back down.

Do mountain lions or Grizzly bears live in these hills, she wondered? Snakes, scorpions, poisonous spiders? Nearing tears, Libby cried out. “Come on, Sarah! Don’t be a bitch! You’re going to get one of us killed!”