We went back to my hometown to visit Grandpa and Nana for Thanksgiving. Growing up in the Black Hills, annual visits to Mt. Rushmore were the norm whenever family came to town. I loved going there as a kid. It was cool to live by such a famous national monument, and for some reason it never got old to see the Faces. The last time we took the kids was several summers ago--Mr. Z had not even been born yet! This visit was on a cold, cold day with a high of 28F, but we dressed warmly. Mr. Z insisted on wearing his ski goggles :).