His voice burst from the receiver "Dude, my parents and I are going to Yellow Stone and they want you to come with!" In shock and amazement I replied "Seriously?!" He then went on to tell me that they were leaving in two weeks and to find out if I could go a.s.a.p. The next day, during our lunch break, I asked Neil if it would be alright if I went. Considering I had never asked for a day off and was rarely late I was certain he would say yes. To my dismay however, he replied "NO." Once again in shock and amazement I blurted out "Seriously?!" Reinforcing his previous statement he told me that if I did go to not bother coming back. At the time I accepted the answer, but after a few days of persuasion from my friends and family I decided that it was my turn to smell the roses. at Yellow Stone.
It was still dark out when we left that morning. The crisp, cool air greeted me as I waved goodbye to my parents. We were on our way, destination Alliance, Nebraska. As most Kansans know there aren"t very many interesting things in Nebraska, but our first stop proved to be the most peculiar of the whole trip. Without warning Matt's father pulled off the road into a small gravel parking lot. Fallowing his parents lead we made our way to a path with a sign over head, printed on it was "Welcome to Carhenge." As we made our way down the narrow path, large primer colored objects began to appear over the horizon. At first the objects in the distance actually resembled the world famous Stonehenge. Upon closer inspection the objects were really 1950s model cars delicately poised on top of one another to form the ominous door way like structures at Stonehenge. After taking a few pictures left Carhenge and drove nonstop to the hotel in Alliance were we all welcomed leaving the confines of the car.
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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.
