I saw (but did not take pictures of) Mount Rushmore in Beijing. I captured Meguode Guofu, though!:
so in our trip to the Black Hills Lady of tdaxp got to see him in South Dakota:
We began our day with a breakfast at Sylvan Lake Lodge. The historical original lodge (which actually was on Sylvan Lake) burned down in 1935, and the rebuilt lodge looks down at the the lake from a medium-sized hill. However, the staff at Sylvan Lake has not been as good at keeping traditional atmospherics as the staff at the State Game Lodge. Though the hotel wings of Sylvan are nicer, these distract from the ambiance. Likewise, the foyer (which for the Game Lodge is quiet and sedate) is crowded and full of visiting artists and other distractions.
Breakfast eaten, it was time to drive to Rushmore. The roads are well designed to give you teasing glimpses of the faces, and there are numerous places to park your car and marvel.
As one approaches the Mountain the view is purposefully obscured by a series of square arches and flags. Every state’s flag is there, including those that reference formerly independent countries (California, Georgia, Hawaii, Iowa, and Texas) — as well as more loyal states, such as South Dakota.
When we finally arrived, we joined others in staring at Washington, Jefferson, Roosevelt (the good one), and Lincoln. A theatre in the roman style is below.
Good bye, Mount Rushmore!