
We entered South Dakota and innocently stopped to buy gas at a local Loaf 'N Jug store. As we were driving through the state we had noticed that there were an inordinate amount of Harley motorcycles on the road with us. We thought it was a coincidence on our trek to Mt. Rushmore.

Before we reached the four presidents, we took an impulsive detour to see some caves "somewhere in the black mining hills of Dakota". We skipped the 700 step tour and opted for the shorter Scenic Discovery Tour.

Although it was 92 degrees outside, down over 300 feet in the Jewel Cave it was 42 degrees. Our biker pals on the tour didn't wear coats, but we did. It was an impressive cavern filled with crystals and interesting rock formations.

As we continued on our way to Mt. Rushmore, Ann spotted the perfect gift shop and insisted that we pull in to check it out. Along with buffalo skulls, animal hides, and guns, we spotted these adorable stuffed jackelopes. Unfortunately, they just didn't match our Central New York decor.

We're not sure what you'd do with this decorative item but it was reasonably priced.

On to Mt. Rushmore with our Harley hog buddies. By this time, the amount of bikes was growing exponentially and we were beginning to wonder why. We discovered that it was the 69th annual Sturgis Bike Rally. Over FIVE HUNDRED THOUSAND bikers descend each year into South Dakota from Sturgis to Wall and everywhere in between. This could have been a reason we couldn't find a good camping spot.

Ann is thrilled to finally see this landmark. She's been wanting to come here for years. It was an amazing site and the movie and exhibits told the fascinating story of its creation. The sculptor died before it was fully completed but his son finished the job.

Do you think Washington looks better from this side?

Remember the deal was that if it was raining we stayed at a motel? Well, it started out a bit cloudy and by the time the tent was put up Ann was in the car listening to the weather channel which was predicting hail and 60mph winds. Randi kept reassuring her it would blow through. After some tense times in the car while it poured and the tent whipped back and forth, all calmed down and we were able to camp alongside our pot smoking Harley buddies at the Crazy Horse Campgrounds.

The next morning we drove through Custer State Park and took the wildlife loop.

Traffic jams occurred frequently as buffalo casually strolled past our cars. There were hundreds of them roaming wild and as it was mating season, they were friskier than usual. One of our biker friends told us later that there had been a standoff between a buffalo and a biker. He said that the buffalo won.

We met some jovial burros who were looking for some food.

After we lucked out and found a campsite in the park, we spent the afternoon by a beautiful lake. At first, there were only a handful of swimmers but eventually, our biker friends found us and we overheard them telling horror stories of one of their friends getting his foot crushed by a truck at the rally. They left and we were able to resume reading our books by the calm lake waters.

As you can see, when Randi put up the tent, the sun was shining and all was well at our site. We sat in chairs and smelled the warm scent of pine and listened to their whispering sounds. As night approached, the sky darkened and lightening began to flash. We quickly put away our chairs and zipped up the tent. A huge rolling thunderstorm swept across our secluded campsite. Ann wanted to run to the Suburu but Randi assured her that, once again, it would pass. Although it was really loud and booming and lasted for over an hour, it did pass and the sun returned in the morning.

The next day it was time to move on and we stopped at Wall Drug along with a few hundred of our friends. By now, we felt like we were getting on a Harley every time we turned on the Suburu. One biker told us the population of the state of South Dakota doubles during the Sturgis Rally. Who knew?

Ann didn't want to go horseback riding so this is the closest Randi got to it.

After Wall, it was on to the Badlands to drive the scenic route 240. We enjoyed many overlooks as did our buddies. So many bikers reminded Ann of ants at a picnic. Harleys were swarming all over the roads we drove on but, unlike ants, were not quiet. Have you ever hear the revving of a Harley at six in the morning or at 11 at night or on a scenic highway in the west? We have.

The Badlands were an awesome and amazing example of geologic land formations. We followed a winding road and each turn brought a new vista.

Striped mountains appeared around each bend.

Our final destination was a dream of Randi's. She always wanted to see the Corn Palace in Mitchell, South Dakota after reading about it 27 years ago on her first trip out west.

The Corn Palace is also the town's civic center which hosts everything from basketball games to concerts. Each picture or scene on the palace is made from corn or husks and over 100 acres of corn are used each year to complete the ever changing scenes.

As we headed into another sunset, we were "steered" in the right direction by this large sculpture.
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