Photographs From A & A Studio
We've got close to three, maybe even four, hundred photos that are spread among my cell phone and Martha and Sarah's tablets from our vacation, with the girls having taken most of them because it obviously comes out sharper on a tablet than a cell phone. At one point during our vacation which took us out of Minot last Sunday after church to Medora for the fiftieth anniversary of its musical, then from there to Rapid City, South Dakota where we stayed for a few days and from there drove to and walked Mount Rushmore (in Keystone, SD) and Bedrock City (a Flintstone theme park in Custer, SD) and Storybook Island and the Mt. Rushmore Black Hills Gold factory tour ... hey, I could go on and I will in a little more detail, but anyhow at one point during vacation I remarked because Martha and Sarah took such excellent pictures on our last full week before the kids started school (TODAY) that when Sarah grows up she and her mom could open a photography business of their own!
And I would write the accompanying text. Which I'm starting to do now, but by no means will this appear in the final edition. It will take awhile, but those of you who have wondered why there are no posts from me this past week, I will keep it interesting. So Sunday morning we headed out from church and entering Medora four hours later turned our clocks back an hour and got there three hours before the Medora Musical -- the annual big draw during the summer -- began so we took a stroll through some of the town shops, the kids played on an awesome wooden playground, and we grabbed dinner at the Cowboy Café (where it says on the menu that "Breakfast is served until 11 am or when Kevin says SWITCH!") and then headed down to view Mount Rushmore from beneath it and saw displays regarding its construction as well as Gutzon Borglum its sculptor. I really must research him more ... but then to the Musical!
Like many things we saw this trip, the Medora Musical was celebrating its fiftieth anniversary, and we were not disappointed in this annual musical tribute to Theodore Roosevelt, the 26th President of the United States who before he became President spent a decade or so in the Badlands part of the Dakotas as a rancher and cowboy. It's my third time seeing it with the Burning Hills Singers and this part of the season's specialty act was a group of child acrobats from southwestern China who specialized in juggling pins and tossing each other on their shoulders, and they performed with a gentleman who tossed porcelain vases. (Forgive me, I'm usually MUCH better with names but I don't have all the programs, etc. in front of me and too many details will keep me here for days!) Anyway, after the Musical which ended with a patriotic salute, fireworks and all, we were getting ready to go and ran into our prayer partners from Camp Metigoshe this summer, Sarah and Corbin!
It was great to catch up with them -- Metigoshe apparently sends its counselors to Medora at the end of the summer to thank them for a job well done. We just happened to be there on that night, God's hand was in it. So we got on the road again late at night and our goal was to hit Rapid City by the morning. If we'd gone straight from Minot TO Rapid City it would have been just eight hours' travel; in fact, we were able to shave off some travel time because we didn't have to go to Medora on our return trip. So Sunday night became Monday morning, dark Monday morning, long road Monday morning, and Martha who insists on driving except when she's ready to shut down completely actually gave me the wheel for about thirty minutes. That's when I found a rest area 17 miles out of Rapid City and we pulled in there to crash for a few hours as the sun rose (we couldn't check into our room for another four hours, it was 6 am at the time) ...
BE BACK TOMORROW
And I would write the accompanying text. Which I'm starting to do now, but by no means will this appear in the final edition. It will take awhile, but those of you who have wondered why there are no posts from me this past week, I will keep it interesting. So Sunday morning we headed out from church and entering Medora four hours later turned our clocks back an hour and got there three hours before the Medora Musical -- the annual big draw during the summer -- began so we took a stroll through some of the town shops, the kids played on an awesome wooden playground, and we grabbed dinner at the Cowboy Café (where it says on the menu that "Breakfast is served until 11 am or when Kevin says SWITCH!") and then headed down to view Mount Rushmore from beneath it and saw displays regarding its construction as well as Gutzon Borglum its sculptor. I really must research him more ... but then to the Musical!
Like many things we saw this trip, the Medora Musical was celebrating its fiftieth anniversary, and we were not disappointed in this annual musical tribute to Theodore Roosevelt, the 26th President of the United States who before he became President spent a decade or so in the Badlands part of the Dakotas as a rancher and cowboy. It's my third time seeing it with the Burning Hills Singers and this part of the season's specialty act was a group of child acrobats from southwestern China who specialized in juggling pins and tossing each other on their shoulders, and they performed with a gentleman who tossed porcelain vases. (Forgive me, I'm usually MUCH better with names but I don't have all the programs, etc. in front of me and too many details will keep me here for days!) Anyway, after the Musical which ended with a patriotic salute, fireworks and all, we were getting ready to go and ran into our prayer partners from Camp Metigoshe this summer, Sarah and Corbin!
It was great to catch up with them -- Metigoshe apparently sends its counselors to Medora at the end of the summer to thank them for a job well done. We just happened to be there on that night, God's hand was in it. So we got on the road again late at night and our goal was to hit Rapid City by the morning. If we'd gone straight from Minot TO Rapid City it would have been just eight hours' travel; in fact, we were able to shave off some travel time because we didn't have to go to Medora on our return trip. So Sunday night became Monday morning, dark Monday morning, long road Monday morning, and Martha who insists on driving except when she's ready to shut down completely actually gave me the wheel for about thirty minutes. That's when I found a rest area 17 miles out of Rapid City and we pulled in there to crash for a few hours as the sun rose (we couldn't check into our room for another four hours, it was 6 am at the time) ...
BE BACK TOMORROW
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