Butterlamb is an attraction unto itself. Even at the base of one of our most famous national landmarks, Mount Rushmore. Butter Lamb was able to stop the hordes of tourists in their tracks. People gathered all around to witness Butter Lamb, and the two crackpots who have decided to carry a piece of butter around the country with them.
This is no lie. We got to the Mount Rushmore visitor center, cooler in hand. Given that it's pretty damn hot in South Dakota, we knew we had to act quickly. Butter Lamb emerged from the cooler, a bit soft, but so far unscathed. As we took pictures, a group of people approached us, asking the common questions one would ask if they came across two people holding a glob of butter and taking pictures of it. We explained the story. One lady asked "What's its name?" To which we replied, "Butter Lamb!"
Here's the proof.
And so now we bunk for the night in Casper Wyoming. We just ate at "Old Chicago" pizza. We did not offend our palates by eating Chicago style pizza. Wyoming is absolutely beautiful, and empty as hell. Sometimes back in Western Mass, we'd comment on how we lived in the sticks. HA! These are the real sticks, but they are just lovely. Here's a photo from the side of the road.
Friday, June 29, 2007
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I have become very fond of Bo Bo the butter lamb. Please take good care of him and each other.
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