We left Yellowstone for South Dakota mid-morning. "Wyoming is so pretty, why don't more people live here?" Isabel asked. The answer would be obvious in January, but the state is irresistible in June.
All day we drove across Wyoming. Big state. In Sheridan we stopped and bought snacks. Jennifer finally found local honey, or honey that was labeled "local."
We got to Devil's Tower, famous from Close Encounters of the Third Kind, around dusk.
It is one impressive rock.
Isabel was too alarmed by the rattlesnake warnings to take the hike around the base of the Tower.
Mark: A rattlesnake isn't going to bother you if you don't bother it.
Isabel: I'm not worried about being hurt by a snake, I'm worried about SEEING one.
So she and Jennifer sat on a bench while Mark and Owen did the circle. Here, Jennifer and Isabel learned that one of their chickens back in Mill Valley had died. They decided to wait to break the news to Owen, as he is deeply attached to the chickens and will be unable to enjoy the rest of the trip once he finds out.
After we left the tower, it was a white-knuckle drive through the dark to Rapid City. We stopped briefly for dinner at a diner, where Owen ate two giant pancakes drenched in syrup, some fried egg on toast, leftover pasta from Mark's plate, and Jennifer's french fries.
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