The front door in Rockies,
which was crowded with tourists.
I left for Rushmore mountain, S.D.,
which is famous for the face of four Presidents faces carved.
It rained on and off.
How long I had already ridden a Harley under a big cloud?
Scenery didin't change after I had entered
The wind started to blow.
The cloud started to run away.
The sun started to smile again.
The meadow stricken by rain a little while ago was waving in the wind.
It was shining and dancing.
The rural road in America is more attractive than crowded scenic point.
American writer Gretel Eｎlich said in her book,
‘ The Solace of Open Space ’,
The scenery of Wyoming is sketched like this:
“If anything is endemic to Wyoming, it is wind.
This big room of space is swept our daily.
To this big extension, the wind rages every day. “
I stopped Harley in front of the signboard in the state border.
When I took some poctures,
one motorcycle was reducing velocity and it had approached.
A man with the leather vest on and with the long hair said to me.
“Are you OK?”
Usually, local people don't stop in such a lonely place.
He was spoken to me, wondering if it was a breakdown of my motorcycle.
“No problem! Shiny side up!”
When I saw him off by the American biker phrase
which I had learned a little earlier.
I thought that I became a part of scenery.
We can’t make any rain fall.
We can’t make any breeze blow.
I fought capricious weather.
The warm consideration of a gentle person touched my heart.
I walked across the road to take pictures on the opposite side of the road.
I wanted pictures of the signboard of
"Great Faces, Great Places"
To my surprise,
I noticed something strange in the frame of the camera.
The mark of several bullets had been left by the president's faces.