To be fair, there are a lot of good photo opportunities as well. We drove to Wall-Drug on the way to Mt. Rushmore, and it looked exactly like I expected--a bunch of crappy stores and crappy souvenirs, but it was still a fun place to stop, and we were able to fill up on sweet, sweet diet coke. There was a "Wall Drug" splash park, where a water tower would spray you, five cent coffee, and free ice water. (In fact, the original owner of Wall Drug, Ted Hustead, had a very smart wife named Dorothy, who came up with the idea of advertising this free ice water to thirsty travelers on the way to Mt. Rushmore, and this was what really boosted Wall-Drug's business.) There was also "old timey photo" opportunities, but I knew that would upset Danielle if we did that, so we refrained from donning the ratty costumes. Am I a great sister or what? And a great horsewoman, as is Lizzie, as you can see from the photo. That's her with Wild Bill Hickock. They're engaged. I didn't tell him she's already married...
Yeah, Wall Drug is definitely one of those sad remnants of the "look at our new fancy interstate!" era. Now I just imagine Don Draper types abandoning their wives there to teach them a lesson about the consequences of challenging their authority. I also imagine people with no air conditioning driving across the state developing hostility toward their families. I also think about the mechanical cowboy band! Did you see them?
ReplyDeleteWe didn't see the cowboy band! Thank goodness you told us about Medora!
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