I'll post a few pictures without comment first.
The above pictures were taken in eastern Wyoming. It is the most desolate and unfriendly land you can encounter. There's nothing living there except prairie grasses. One is left to ponder what the purpose of this land really is? At one point we saw a rabbit that had been hit several days ago. We agreed that was the last living thing in this part of the country. And it ran out in front of a car or truck because it could not take living there any longer. Shame on us, we found that funny. Then I asked if we could even imagine what the pioneers thought when they arrived here? I'm sure they felt like they never should have left home in the first place.
Then we crossed into South Dakota, our home state. The change is immediate as if walking from one room to another.
The more we drove the more we were convinced that we made the right choice in choosing this state as our home base while traveling. The southeastern part of South Dakota is beautiful. Granted as you travel toward central and eastern South Dakota it is not as pretty. The Black Hills are really pretty. People are exceptionally nice. The weather this time of year is wonderful.
We encountered a first for us.
It's a cattle drive! The cowboys were on ATVs and they were,
as you can see, driving the cattle down the side of the road. Lots
of babies in this little herd. Good looking cattle they were.
We stayed Monday night in Deadwood, had a 10:00 meeting in Sturgis on Tuesday and picked up our mail in Box Elder. Then we headed home. Jerry found a route through Nebraska that I hope never to see again. It was almost spooky. In two days we were in four states, saw some interesting sites, had some good food and all in all had such a good time we are ready to go again.
To Bruce and Rachelle, we say how nice it was to meet you. We look forward to conducting business with you for a long time to come.
Several times we said we were glad we were not in the coach. The roads were "wobbly" as Hannah calls them, full of twists and turns, up and down hills. One "hill" had a 7% grade. In a coach that's called white knuckle driving. And you hold your breath until you turn blue. It was fine in the Cute Red Vehicle, thankfully.
We are back to reality today but wishing we could go again next week. If you get the opportunity please do not turn down a chance to explore the area around Rapid City, South Dakota including towns north of there.
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