Day four was our shortest day. We made it to Cody, Wyoming, about an hour east of Yellowstone. We got there early enough to check into our hotel and walk around town a bit. At dinner we tried to pick out the locals, deciphering between the much too ridiculous hats of the tourists trying to get the most out of their Western experience and the regular everyday hat of a Wyomingite. Purses with pictures of horses were pretty much a dead giveaway.
On the way to Cody we drove by Mt Rushmore. We figured the view from the road was sufficient, and we had a lot of driving to do. I mean, it was cool, but nothing to write home about.
The Black Hills, however, are a different story. It made a short day of 10 hours on the road only feel like 8...perhaps even just 7.
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