The Last Of It...

On Wednesday, My Honey and I got the heck out of the campground. We headed into the Hills for a day of riding. My Honey grew up in the Black Hills, so knows all of these roads like the back of his hand. After grabbing showers(yayyyy!!) and lunch at his mom's place, we headed up the Needle's Highway.

We stopped at Sylvan Lake...

You will have to click on the picture and see if you can see the rock climber who is standing on the tip of that pile of rocks-LOL.

And then we continued on, winding our way into the Hills...

And through the tunnels...
We stopped at the top and lo and behold...more people from British Columbia...
Man, You people up there are really friendly!! LOVE YA!!!

This is why the natives named the hills, Paha Sapa...The Black Hills...

Don't know why, but I loved this picture...
More tunnels on the way down...
We stopped at the Coolidge Visitor Center in the Custer State Park...

What I was really wanting to get pictures of was some dumb ass out there trying to get their picture taken with the buffalo in the park. There are signs every 1/2 mile that state "Buffalo Are Dangerous. Do NOT Approach". Every year, there is some yahoo who gets gored/killed by a buffalo they decide they want to have their picture taken with or pet. H.e.l.l.oooooo...it's breeding season! Not terribly safe any other time of year, but particularly dangerous this time of year.

Encroaching storm clouds prevented us from finishing the entire ride we had planned, but we had a blast anyway...
It was back to momma's house, a hot supper and sleeping in an actual bed. All that fresh air will wear a person out-LOL.

We were particularly lucky this year. We had opted out of paying $120/person for tickets to Aerosmith that night. It poured rain again...and Steven Tyler fell off the stage and had to be air lifted to the hospital. We heard they only played SIX songs. Yeesh!

Now it's over, nothing left but the mess and I am already excited for next year.