Off to our camp site in the Black Hills...
View from the campsite, Horsethief Lake Campgrounds... Skip and a jump from Mount Rushmore...
Gabe: "Oooh, Presidential Soft Drinks!.... Flavors! Meg, want one?"
Me: "Richard Nixon Rootbeer... I'd feel dirty actually buying it, though..."
Gabe, as he scampers away with 'Gerald Ford Grape': "Heehee, you'll thank me later, when Gerald Ford quenches your thirst...."
Here is me, with the bust of the dude who designed Mount Rushmore, Gutzon Borglum.
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Dead parched or quenched by dead president? A difficult choice indeed.
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