We went to a ranger talk one night about the CCC. The next day we visited the Crazy Horse memorial site, which was more interesting than I expected. Then we went to Mt. Rushmore. You know you have to go to Mt. Rushmore. So we went, we looked up the presidents' nostrils, we have now gone to Mt. Rushmore. On the way back to the campsite we took the very cool highway with the pigtail curves and the one-lane tunnels (which is where we discovered that our car horn didn't work) and then everyone else napped while I walked a trail to the next lake over and back, worrying about mountain lions the whole time. That night we went to the laser show at Crazy Horse. It was fun.
The next day we took a jeep tour through the park to see buffalo and whatever else we could find. Our driver had sold his house in 1992 and been an RVer with no fixed address since then. He had been working in the park all summer as a guide while his wife was a hostess at the lodge. We had a good time talking to him and we found all of the buffalo in the park, I think. At night we went on a chuckwagon hayride. This was some goofy fun, especially for Victoria. They sang a lot of her favorite songs and everyone got cowboy hats.