The next morning we were on the road by 6:30....Italy had been inspired by the breakfast buffet at the last hotel, so decided if she woke up everyone up at 5:30, chances were good for first seating. After breakfast, we took a slight detour out of town. I wanted to check out the Missouri River, and a piece of the Lewis and Clark trail. It was quiet and muted. I could almost feel the energy of explorers past and their sense of what they might find up river. A tiny piece of the world, untouched by time. I am glad we took a look. We went back to Pierre, and headed to the Black Hills. We had made it to Mount Rushmore by lunch. This is a must see for us all. A timeless creation of history, natural beauty, and man. A quick trip to Crazy Horse and onto Northeast Wyoming...visually one of my favorite parts of the trip.