A tourist trolley stops to pick up a passenger along Main Street. Deadwood, South Dakota. August 2019. πŸ‡ΊπŸ‡²

Pizza, beer, and laundromat, all in the same place. Cowgirl Pizza in Sundance, Wyoming. πŸ‡ΊπŸ‡²

Public pay phones still exist in the United States. I saw these two yesterday in Keystone, South Dakota, the town nearest to Mount Rushmore. Both appeared to be in good shape, although I didn't verify with a call.

Mt. Rushmore, South Dakota. The visitors center is under construction, so this was as close as we could get today without taking the hiking trails. It was a bit too warm today for a long hike, especially when my next destination was not a shower, but an airplane. All things considered, this view wasn't bad.

I'm calling it: The most pleasant screeners in the U.S. are in Rapid City, South Dakota. Everyone was professional, courteous, and just plain friendly. If only it were so elsewhere in the States.

Even cowboys need their morning pick-me-up. Wild West Espresso in Sundance, Wyoming. β˜•

Park in front of the Crook County Courthouse in , . I'm waiting for my friend to take care of some business at a bank up the street.

Almost everyone who's seen me standing here taking photos has said hello. The town has a population of just over 1,000.

Last night, while still in , we went to dinner at Buffalo Bodega. My friend ordered prime rib, and his mom ordered steak tips. As delicious as both dishes looked, after more than 48 hours of overeating, I couldn't bring myself to order anything other than a salad with a bit of chicken on it.

This morning, my body is thanking me.

A at No. 10 Saloon in , South Dakota. It was an Irish red ale from a Rapid City brewer, but I've already forgotten the name.

It was the only time I've seen my friend's mom drink a beer during this trip. Or ever, as far as I can remember.

Yesterday I took a bus tour of Deadwood, South Dakota, to see its historical sites. The Mt. Moriah Cemetery is the final resting place of many of Deadwood's most famous characters. These photos are the graves of Wild Bill Hickok and Calamity Jane, which are next to one another.

Since mid-afternoon yesterday, the weather around here has turned damp, with low fog and occasional light showers on and off. A peak out the hotel window this morning confirms more of the same today.

After lunch in , we visited the ranch house my friend recently inherited, then we drove back to . I fulfilled my Sunday obligation at the Catholic church there before we headed over to for dinner with my friend's mom.

I enjoyed a pint of Black Tooth Brewing Company Brown Ale when we stopped for lunch at Longhorn Saloon and Grill in Sundance, Wyoming. 🍺

Today I learned Sundance, Wyoming, has nothing to do with the Sundance Film Festival, which is in Utah. However, it is the place from where notorious outlaw Sundance Kid got his name, having served time in prison there.

Jumping over the border into , my friend and I visited Devils Tower National Monument today, where we did a walk around the entire perimeter of the monolith. The weather has been overcast since mid-morning, with some low fog in places, so black and white seemed like the best filter for this .

The hotel in , South Dakota, doesn't look like much from the street, but my room does come with a rather bucolic view of hayfields and rolling hills.

The glass isn't particularly clean, so there's quite a bit of glare in the .

On the other side. Landed in Rapid City, South Dakota. πŸ›©οΈ

The flight is boarding. See you on the other side. πŸ›©οΈ

The TSA checkpoint was a breeze. I've already found the bar. Singular. It's roughly the farthest possible distance from my gate, but that's still only about a three-minute walk away.

The bar only has three taps, but since two of them are Barrio, I'm not complaining. I ordered some fries too. It's still four hours until I get to Rapid City.

If you're checking bags at Phoenix Mesa Gateway Airport, you have to leave the air-conditioned ticketing area, go back out into the 110Β° August heat, and then enter the TSA security checkpoint through a different set of doors. That's a new one for me.

It looks like doesn't allow you to check in your baggage until two hours before departure time. I arrived a tad too early. I'll have to remember that if I ever fly them again.

The airport here in Mesa is pretty small. It reminds me of my days flying out of , where I could pull into the parking lot at 6:00 am for a 6:30 am flight and still have time to kill before boarding.

I'm going to see if I can find a cup of around here.

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