The day started at “7:30 sharp” while Neil finished his usual breakfast of cigarettes and coffee, periodically briefing me on the morning agenda between puffs. For a me this was the best job I could have. I was c

After work I would go home, jump into the shower, put on my “street close” as my mom would put it, and grab something to eat. About the time I was done my friends would show up, unless they were hungry, (my mom was and is notorious for fixing large meals fit for a king), then they would be waiting on me in the driveway. Once the feasting was over my cohorts and I would go out for a night of mischief and unsupervised fun. This was my daily cycle of events everyday until one night.

On the way home I evaluated everything I had experienced during the week we had spent on the road, all the places I’d seen, all the things we did. I wouldn’t have trade that for anything. To this day I haven’t experience anything that even comes close. So don’t forget to smell the roses.

On the second day of our journey we set out for South Dakota in search of “ The big heads” as Matt and I liked to refer to them, but more commonly know to the masses as Mount Rushmore. After visiting the national monument we headed toward Wyoming to see another national monument, Devils Tower. With it’s louvered sides, this one of a kind land formation resembles a tapering up-side-down cupcake the color of Oklahoma mud. Surrounding the base of the lowly tower are large, smooth stones that seem to get smaller as you get closer to the tower. As soon as we entered the park Matt and I took off toward the natural skyscraper, quickly making our way up its rocky base. We soon found our selves at a point to were we could no longer climb any hirer, we also found a sign that specified if we were to go any higher with out properly registering with the park officials we would be subject to fines as high as fifteen-hundred dollars. So we decided that if we stayed at the same level and moved around to the other side were we couldn’t be seen and therefore wouldn’t be violating any rules. We soon realized that not only had they not placed any signs on the east side of the tower, it was also possible to go even far up the side of this natural wonder. As we once again reached a point to where it was virtually impossible to climb any higher, we set back and marveled at the amazing vantage point we had achieved. The highway we had traveled in on looked like a gray, twisting piece of rope draped across the green canvass of trees and pastures. Looking toward the north-west the sharp outlines of the Rocky M

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