So it is now a couple of weeks since we were at Mount Rushmore, but I can't post everything at once.
Below is what it looked like when we arrived. You could really not even tell which way to look.
But the fog was swept away a couple of times, revealing the tear stained faces, resolute in the damp.
Washington was impassive as ever staring into the gloom.
This mountain goat was hard at work clearing the brush from the side of a South Dakota highway.
This is what you do when you live in the absolute middle of nowhere. Pretty impressive actually.