Jess' mom told her that the Black Hills were haunted by the ghosts of blah blah blah, we stopped listening after awhile. But we took this picture as proof we entered, just in case something happened.
[South Dakota]
The scene right before we entered the Black Hills Forest.
TiVo, how could you mock the poor death of...ok, so that's a little funny.
Not even butterflies were exempt from the cruelty of Jess' vehicle.
Sean: Bug guts, bug guts...squishy squishy lug nuts...fa la la la la.
Wyoming - where redundant isn't in the dictionary.