From a distance, Devils Tower National Monument looked more like a shark’s fin than the mashed-potato mound I was expecting. Once we got closer, I realized it that we had been looking at it from a different angle. I didn’t need Wyoming for my 50 state quest because my wife and I visited Jackson Hole and Yellowstone last year. However, Devils Tower is surprisingly close to Mount Rushmore and was too unusual to pass up.
An impending storm convinced me that it wasn’t worth paying $10 for a closer look. We had a good enough view of the Tower from the gift shop near the park entrance, which is where I found an interesting wooden postcard to send to my friend Bean. I also grabbed a few brochures and was amused to learn about parachutist George Hopkins who landed on Devils Tower in 1941 and was stranded up there for six days.
