Leaving Uncle Howard was sad. He sincerely wanted us to stay. He gave us some momentos and made us promise to come back next year. He is amazing to be 92 years old. He works everyday. He was getting ready to do 'some welding' when we left.
The drive was good and arrived in Bridgeport about 5:00. The population is around 1500 but seems larger. Stayed in a remote park. Only one in this area for RV's. We saw at least 7 trains loaded with coal as we entered town. Around 150 cars on each. Apparently hauing coal from Wyoming.
There are a lot of old trails that intersected here. Mormon, Oregan - California and several others.
On to the Black Hills and my great grandmother's stomping ground. Oh yeah. Guess we'll see Mt Rushmore while in the neighborhood.