Taco John's

We are getting back into the car after stopping for lunch at Taco John's, Taco Bells retarded redneck cousin. The meal was decent, Marshall's and my hard taco's were a little stale, streaks said his fried chicken and potato popper burrito was lacking chicken, and eli enjoyed his meal.

It is still poring, all day now. And driving on the highway is getting a bit tricky, especially when passing trucks. The trucks kick up so much water, to much for the wipers, that when you pass.....lets just say its a little scary. Today our plan is to end up at Grand Teton but on the way stop in thermopolis, where we are going to take a much needed bath in their hotsprings.  (I think it has been four days for all of us, the car smells great right now). We already stopped at devils tower and (ooooo just passed a dead deer on the road with pieces car on it, and now pulled up to a car with totally cracked windshield, and passenger window. we stopped but they said they already have someone coming) (and starting again) saw as much as we could through the rainclouds. It was cold.

rewinding a little bit I think the badlands and the black hills deserve some more blog time. The badlands were amazing, and i would recommend everyone stay the day there. notice i said day. once the sun goes down however thats another story. coming back from fishing to find your tent blowing down the prairie is pretty much the opposite of what you want to see. luckily we had nice neighbors and they helped us chase it down and gave us another 20 stakes to hold down the fort. if it wasn't for them I dont think we would have been camping anymore on our trip. 

That night at the badlands i slept horrible but had the great pleasure to witness a new talent I didn't know that streaks had, he can talk in his sleep. It all happened when i came back from taking a mid-night piss accompanied by marshall. As we got back into our sleeping bags we hear giggling coming from streaks. Then he mutters ," Ohh your such a cutie". at this marshal and I crack up and in the process wake up eli, but not the slumbering and muttering streaks. this was not the only blurb of the night, I woke up two other times to hear streaks "talk" but they were not as memorable as the first.  the fun does't stop there, for the past two nights at the black hills we have heard similar outcries. this brings us to a new highlight in our blog streak's sleepisms. last night was, "you are the best", followed by laughing. 

The camping at the black hills blew the badlands out of the water. We camped right near a lake, had great views, and could even make a fire.

On a more serious note, I thought that mount rushmore was going to be a lot bigger. 

ok im done enough from me,

-Dash