. He indeed had a pretty impressive collection of rocks, especially petrified wood and Indian arrowheads. Although I worry that if he doesn't retire soon, Steve's house might sink under all that weight. His dad even had a rock harbouring a dinosaur bone, which they had found on their property.
After Mount Rushmore, we headed to Deadwood, a 19th Century gamblin' town that has street shootouts and re-enactments of it's famous historical moments in the local pub. We spent a few days hanging around Deadwood waiting for the rodeo. Then we saw an ad for the Crazy Cowboy Days festival in Belle Fourche, so we decided that next we would be heading north to a little old frontier-town, best known for it's role in the John Wayne classic, The Cowboys.
After leaving Jim & Darlene's we weren't too sure where to go next. We just started in a North-easterly direction. Michael noticed that Mount Rushmore was kinda on our route and thought that it might be pretty interesting. Why on earth he thought four big stone heads would be interesting, I have no idea. He soon learned that they weren't. But we were glad we went, because the area in which those four granite presidents reside is absolutely beautiful. We also learned the meaning of Midwestern hospitality on our way (in addition to that which we experienced in Colorado Springs). In Northeastern Colorado, we stopped at a farmhouse and asked if we could camp on their land. We met the very hospitable Dave and Jeri, and the rest of their family who all live on the largest farm in the area. We knew we'd stumbled upon a great find when the whole family pulled up in muddy pickups to meet us and immediately handed us cold beer from the seemingly bottomless coolers on every truck. They then demanded that we have a go on their swing rope, which hung from a 50 foot pole over their lake. We ended up staying two nights, and later met Dave's brother, Steve, who described himself as a professional rock hunter (although he didn't make any money from it)