Faces in South Dakota

As my dad flew the plane, my sisters and I all peered out the windows.

“What state are we over?” asked Jess.

“It’s South Dakota.”

“Isn’t that where the monument is of the faces of four presidents?” asked Jen.

“You mean, Mount Rushmore, silly.”

“Yeah, Mount Rushmore. Dad, will we fly by it?”

“We can, but we won’t get too close. It’s restricted air space. You might be able to use binoculars or capture it with Mom’s telephoto lens.”

“I want to use it!”

“Can’t I use it, Mom? Please? I helped with the laundry before we left!”

“Tell you what. If you are speedy, you might each be able to snap a shot. I’ll set the camera up, and you snap as fast as you can. Let’s see if we all can hand it around.” Fortunately, Dad flew as close as he dared, and we handed the camera around from youngest to oldest.

When we got home, and developed the shots, we realized that we had each captured Thomas Jefferson, Abe Lincoln, Teddy Roosevelt, and George Washington from a slightly different angle.

“Great for all of us,” said Amber, the oldest. “Our pages in our scrapbooks will all turn out differently. Thanks, Mom, for encouraging us all to take the shot.”