The Great Plains Travel
Our walk across the Great Plains became a blur of the field and the sky. He was the U.S. border large, wide and wild and free. I saw him fly into the waves as we made our way to the Black Hills of South Dakota. Now that we had two Germans in our team, the car was full of strangers yammering, Patrick and Helen chatting in a mixture of German and Sorbian. Their voices blend into the background as the fields flew out...
We knew we were getting close to civilization, once again, when we started to see motorcycles. One... Three... Twenty... When we counted the next stampede 50 metal studs roaring across the Plains, we knew that something was up. And as it happened, we came back in the South Dakota on the same weekend that the gathering of Sturgis happens - when 400 000-500 000 bikers all come to Sturgis, South Dakota, to complete a great ride together. As we drove in the first city, we knew we were outnumbered, and Patrick immediately added to its list "must do" - "Get in a fight with a biker.
We found a camp site called Wolf Camp at the foot of the Iron Mountain, Mount Rushmore neighbors. The owners of the camp were also proud owners of two wolves - Adam and Wakan Tanka. We could hear the wolves howling in the night and again early morning. It was strange, but beautiful - sad sound and nostalgia that resonated with something deep inside, instilled fear but fear as well. Surrounded by wolves and the bikers, it was an experience that could be expected. But the bikers were really friendly, just looking for camaraderie among all others- and wolves were just the creatures of the Earth their song in the wild.
The next day, we saw Mount Rushmore, the symbol of American patriotism, a few minutes only the Crazy Horse monument on another mountain. To think that these two symbolize past conflicting that little stop thinking really opened my eyes, the great movements progressive to colonize America against the purge of native Americans and the land they called home. It was something to think about as we travelled on to spend some time in the historic town of Deadwood, South Dakota.
Deadwood is your typical town of the old West, tree-lined streets of bikers and motorcycles in place and place cowboys and couriers. We spent a good few hours, explore the shops, some had fun with old photographs and grabbed a hearty snack before visiting the graves of Wild Bill and Calamity Jane in Mount Moriah cemetery. We left a few tributes of our own in the Middle the memorials of pocket change, flowers, bottles of whiskey and cigarettes - and, in what he claims to be an ode to the spirit of Wild Bill, Shane pocketed a little money from the grave in the style of bandit.
It was getting late. The Sun was made on the hills of the cemetery and will always know where we spent the night. We wanted to do a KOA campground at the base of Devils Tower in Wyoming, but it's midnight before reaching it. After giving the site a call, they said we could get tent whenever we arrived there and pay only for the morning.
We drove on, and it was midnight by the time we arrived at Devils Tower. Made famous by the movie, encounters of the third kind, Devils Tower has been a place of myth that dates back to the ancient Native American legends of the Lakota people. Its strange flat top and vertical ridges are really something alien again the open plains, but to settle at night, we could see that a large mass of black against a horizon of stars. It was mesmerizing, even in the dark, and we decided that we wanted to see the sun rise on its ridges. After sleep a few hours that we are awake, we watched the line of Red creep upward, turning the Devils Tower in a mound in glowing staircase.
I saw him grow more small that we packed the car and drove farther in Wyoming, a strange protruding training bluntly the flatness of the Plains. And then I realized that we were not arrested. We had packed and the campsite behind, left just after some bikers, without paying a penny. It is then that we realized that in some places, if we did, we could camp for free.
Our walk across the Great Plains became a blur of the field and the sky. He was the U.S. border large, wide and wild and free. I saw him fly into the waves as we made our way to the Black Hills of South Dakota. Now that we had two Germans in our team, the car was full of strangers yammering, Patrick and Helen chatting in a mixture of German and Sorbian. Their voices blend into the background as the fields flew out...
Great Plains
We knew we were getting close to civilization, once again, when we started to see motorcycles. One... Three... Twenty... When we counted the next stampede 50 metal studs roaring across the Plains, we knew that something was up. And as it happened, we came back in the South Dakota on the same weekend that the gathering of Sturgis happens - when 400 000-500 000 bikers all come to Sturgis, South Dakota, to complete a great ride together. As we drove in the first city, we knew we were outnumbered, and Patrick immediately added to its list "must do" - "Get in a fight with a biker.
Wolf camp
We found a camp site called Wolf Camp at the foot of the Iron Mountain, Mount Rushmore neighbors. The owners of the camp were also proud owners of two wolves - Adam and Wakan Tanka. We could hear the wolves howling in the night and again early morning. It was strange, but beautiful - sad sound and nostalgia that resonated with something deep inside, instilled fear but fear as well. Surrounded by wolves and the bikers, it was an experience that could be expected. But the bikers were really friendly, just looking for camaraderie among all others- and wolves were just the creatures of the Earth their song in the wild.
Overlooking Rushmore
The next day, we saw Mount Rushmore, the symbol of American patriotism, a few minutes only the Crazy Horse monument on another mountain. To think that these two symbolize past conflicting that little stop thinking really opened my eyes, the great movements progressive to colonize America against the purge of native Americans and the land they called home. It was something to think about as we travelled on to spend some time in the historic town of Deadwood, South Dakota.
Deadwood is your typical town of the old West, tree-lined streets of bikers and motorcycles in place and place cowboys and couriers. We spent a good few hours, explore the shops, some had fun with old photographs and grabbed a hearty snack before visiting the graves of Wild Bill and Calamity Jane in Mount Moriah cemetery. We left a few tributes of our own in the Middle the memorials of pocket change, flowers, bottles of whiskey and cigarettes - and, in what he claims to be an ode to the spirit of Wild Bill, Shane pocketed a little money from the grave in the style of bandit.
Bikers in Deadwood
It was getting late. The Sun was made on the hills of the cemetery and will always know where we spent the night. We wanted to do a KOA campground at the base of Devils Tower in Wyoming, but it's midnight before reaching it. After giving the site a call, they said we could get tent whenever we arrived there and pay only for the morning.
Devils Tower
We drove on, and it was midnight by the time we arrived at Devils Tower. Made famous by the movie, encounters of the third kind, Devils Tower has been a place of myth that dates back to the ancient Native American legends of the Lakota people. Its strange flat top and vertical ridges are really something alien again the open plains, but to settle at night, we could see that a large mass of black against a horizon of stars. It was mesmerizing, even in the dark, and we decided that we wanted to see the sun rise on its ridges. After sleep a few hours that we are awake, we watched the line of Red creep upward, turning the Devils Tower in a mound in glowing staircase.
I saw him grow more small that we packed the car and drove farther in Wyoming, a strange protruding training bluntly the flatness of the Plains. And then I realized that we were not arrested. We had packed and the campsite behind, left just after some bikers, without paying a penny. It is then that we realized that in some places, if we did, we could camp for free.