Breakfast With Sponge Bob

Breakfast with Sponge Bob

We enjoyed a most amazing pancake breakfast at Mt. Rushmore’s KOA. An old cowboy worked the grill with a squeeze bottle full of pancake batter. An artist, this guy, he quickly drew famous characters on the hot surface, let them lightly brown, then poured a glob of batter over it, waited and then flipped it to cook the other side. On top was an embedded picture of your favorite cartoon, animal, etc on top of your breakfast.

Our kids all got Sponge Bob. They returned for Patrick, his sidekick, and then later for pancakes of spiders with webs, their own faces and some other stuff. Families checked out our family—we are a little bit of a site—and then they all got to witness Bono pour his orange juice on the floor and stab Fionn in the ribs with a fork. Real nice. I love having my parental skills on display in front of a crowd. Bono spent most of breakfast in a time out.

We packed it up and headed to Mt. Rushmore. I attempted to explain what we were going to see to the children but all I got was a bunch of blinking eyes and then questions like, “Are they real?” or “Why?” or “Can I ride my bike?” and “Are we there yet?”

We had lunch in the camper at the top and watched a thunderstorm in the distance send lightening to the surrounding mountaintops. Once cleared, we began our walk to the entrance and saw the spectacular site. We brought the kids into the welcoming center where a small-scale monument sat on display. I heard some giggling and looked over Liam and Fionn with their fingers up the presidents’ noses saying, “Oh! I got a booger!”

Again, real nice.

We took a hike through the walkways, up a thousand stairs and to the lookout under the presidents’ actual site. We looked up in awe and marveled how difficult it was to perform such a task, removing and blasting rock from an area that didn’t have roads at the time.

Liam yelled, “I can see up his nose!”
“And he’s got a booooogggeer!” added Fionn.

We wrecked that moment for the nearby tourists. The boys couldn’t stop saying it. Boys will be boys, I guess.

We continued on and the boys found some little rocks to shoot in their slingshots. Begging for their opportunity to hurl some rocks, we made the mistake and let them have their weapons back. After a moment of bad judgment, they were confiscated again.

The towns surrounding Mt. Rushmore have plenty of activities that looked fun, but we needed to push westward so we headed out. Next stop, Devils Tower, Wyoming.