We followed the Wildlife loop through Custer State Park in the Black Hills.
There is a scenic drive called “The Needles“. We have been told it is a must. I agree. We were amazed and thrilled. Sharp turns, Rock Tunnels and spires of rock reaching to the sky. Again I say awesome. A real beaut.
This fella better hi-tail it deeper into the forest, Thanksgiving is coming all too fast.
We saw Bigfoot again, for real this time…
It is so cold. We are tired of this weather, even in the sun we need jackets. Our plan to go to Yellowstone park is put on hold and we decide it is time to head even further south.
Driving through Cowboy country is a treat. The Devils Tower rises from the flat land. The core of the volcano is all that is left, the rest has eroded over time. In a small town we find our opportunity for some Fine Art in this little antique store, complete with hundreds of antlers providing a grand archway to the treasures within.
Annie Oakley would have been proud of these girls.
We drove straight south on the interstate watching the scenery and the ever-changing sky.
Again I make use of the wool hat. John and I share the chores. He wants you all to know he does his share.
We continued our trek south toward the town of Casper where we spent the night.