Riding the Chuff Chuff

Today we decided that we'd go and change the paint on the car back to red at the car wash after miles of roadworks to start off with before heading off to meet the presidents in the black hills.
Mt. Rushmore was an impressive site to see carved deep into the rocks. We looked through the museum to see just how difficult it was just to find a way of getting up there. Borglum, the artist had to design a swing like chair just to get the workmen up there. Turns out that Jefferson's head was originally meant to be to the left of Washington but went wrong so they blew it up and started again which is why he's sort of peeking over their shoulders.
Borglum also made other sculptures before and made a confederate version years before which was of course blown off and he became a fugitive for a while before being pardoned presumably in return for creating mount Rushmore. Sadly he died part through which is why they don't have hands or suits like his original model and his son just cleaned it up as was after.
So after seeing it dad got his way and we left, not really to his taste.
We had an appointment with the Hill City to Keystone railroad along with many other people and screaming children to go with them. The ride was nice through the black hills looking at the deer as we went past and the kamikaze wild turkeys running in front of the train confused.
The deer just stared back at us like they were confused why we were staring at them.
We took time in the trip to look at the houses up for sale on the route which would suite us well, as in they were solitary so we couldn't annoy the neighbours and they had a "chuff chuff" going through their back garden.
The automatic tour guide talked us nicely through the route before the attendant corrected its mistakes and gave us more of an insight into the area. Such as the Glassblowers who took it in turns to wave at the train as it went past and the various wildlife on the ride.
The way back to Hill city found us waving at the same people six times as they chased past us in the car, got out and waved at everyone on the train before moving on again.
We escaped at hill city before a large tour group boarded and took control, kicking other tourists to the front coaches.
So we hit the road again, slightly faster then the 10mph train ride and headed of to Deadwood, which appeared to have a fitting name. So we moved on, got lost and went back to dead wood. This time we found our way back out and headed back to the motel at Spearfish for what i thought was a well deserved rest despite not having to do any work, but this train riding and photography is hard work!