We had planned to get to our campsite around 9pm so that we would have some sun to set up camp. Of course, we left Boulder at 9 instead, putting us in the quaint little South Dakota town of Custer around 3 in the morning. Luckily, we were so damn sick of packing and moving and cleaning at this point, the sheer fact we had made it out of the state inspired us. So we did what any other couple on a holy crap road trip would do. We started chugging tequila.
It took us a couple minutes to set up our tent, and then of course we were too wired to go to bed so we decided to go tromping through some trail in the woods that we probably shouldn't have been on. Everything was dewy from the rain earlier that night, and with the sun coming up and us pretty drunk and delirious we were having a damn good time. Needless to say, when we finally passed out around 6, it was much needed. Luckily, the family in the tent next to us woke up two hours later at 8 and unleashed their children on the campground with fury. I think it was payback for us bombarding the campground at 3 in the morning and proceeding to drink tequila all night long. Either way, I stick to the claim that I am never having children.
Other then that, the campground we stayed at in Custer, "Big Pine Campground," was damn near perfect. We got an awesome tent site in the back where no one messed with us. The next morning we decided to go see Mount Rushmore. It was pretty freakin' awesome. From far away it doesn't look as big as you expect it to, but when you get up close and start hiking around it gets much more impressive.
On the way back to our campsite, we spotted something that made Dillon very happy. The Flintstone's Hotel and Campsite. Who would have known something so tacky could be entertaining at the same time? Although Big Pine did us good, I think it's safe to say that if we ever find ourselves in Custer, SD again, we will be staying at Bedrock.
When we got back to the campsite, it started pouring rain. I mean pouuurrrinnnng. We grabbed the bottle of tequila, my pipe, and Yahtzee. Let me tell you, amazing rained-in combination. That night we decided to be the most generic campers we could possibly be so we went to the store and bought hot dogs and s'mores stuff and shoved our faces while rockin' out to Leftover Salmon. Needless to say, a great start to a roadtrip.
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