S'more Campin'

Another day of driving. We headed out this morning and went all the way (after a slig ht delay to change the spark plugs and wires) to Custer State Park, aka Mount Rushmore area. We started setting up camp and hadn't gotten very far when Jeff and Selena (friends from Denver) arrived with their daughters, Lydia and Zoe. The girls played like maniacs,very aware that they don't get to see each other often and their time would be all too short. We made dinner, did the s'mores thing (with Reese's, it's sooo yummy that way) and planned our day for tomorrow. Right now I'm holed up in the tent trailer listening to the very loud rain. Hopefully it goes away soon. It's so good to see our friends and to be here. This trip is going to be wicked sweet.

While we were driving, we saw what looked like an old ambulance turned camper limping up an exit into a gas station. We exited at the same place, and when they got there, the camper positively BOILED over with coolant. About seven dirty hippy types piled out and were staring at the damage, saying, "Duuuuude!" The liscence plate informed us they were from New Jersey, and the side of the camper informed us that they were the "Dead Muskrats." Band, perhaps? Either way, they certainly smelled like their namesake.