It's June 21st, lunchtime. We have just finished traveling through a steep section of the Black Hills. Kids are amazed at the sight, having never seen Mountains before. Wait until we go through the Rockies. :) We visited Rushmore and then Crazy Horse, the sun is hot and I am beat tired.
We ended up in a small town called Keystone, tucked away in a steep canyon. Kinda tourist-trappy. We are all very hungry, but it is so crowded on the main stretch. We hunt about and finally head back up out of town to a restaurant we had noticed on up the slope a bit, past the tunnel. Called The Powder House. We pull into the parking lot and find a slot immediately, turning off the car. As we prepared to get out, my oldest looked up and exclaimed "Smiley Face! Look!"
A playground was in front of us on a slope. And there it was, just there, not having to be searched for, the real thing, right in front of our car.
Everyone agreed that we must have picked the right spot for lunch. It was a great meal. :)