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We began our trip home late Monday afternoon.  There was little traffic on I90 and we hoped to get as far as Presho, South Dakota, for the night -- an easy distance of 170 miles or so from Rapid City. Well,  as I searched for a hotel, I eventually realized that his for Presho were in fact 30-40 miles in from the freeway. As tempted as we were to visit Pierre, the capital of South Dakota, Monday night was not the time to do so.

Cattle near Quality Inn in Chamberlain, SD

We eventually decided on Chamberlain, only 40 miles farther down the road. There were three choices along the freeway but we were tired and settled on the Quality Inn, which didn't look too bad to weary travelers. And, in fact, our room seemed OK as darkness fell. We didn't have the energy to go out for dinner so we finished our Colby cheese (brought from home a week ago, still fresh in the cooler), served with crackers and chips. I wish I'd just had an apple, but common sense was lacking that day.

We couldn't wait to get on the road on Tuesday morning. I thought the cows in the field were a good omen. They grazed lazily a couple of hundred yard from the hotel parking lot. We moved along merrily for the first couple of hours under cloudy skies.

By the time I got behind the wheel, rain was starting. It got worse and worse, terrifying for me, a white knuckle driver unless conditions are close to perfect, which they definitely were not.  I drove about 100 exhausting miles, better at the end when the rain stopped for an hour or so.

No lunch stop. By the time we got to Lakeville -- perhaps 40 miles from home -- the rain was really coming down, almost flooding the freeway. When we got off at W7th Street in St. Paul, a couple of cars ahead of us mistook the shoulder for a lane. We picked up our mail at usually busy Elway Post Office, but there was no wait today.

Home at last before 3 in the afternoon. We needed a healthy dinner and salmon with broccoli did the trick. The rain continued all evening and through much of the night. Happy to wake up in my own bed this morning.

Mosaic at Blue Earth, Minnesota, rest stop

Labor Day in the Black Hills

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We hadn't planned much for Monday but the day was sunny and very warm -- what I think of as typical Labor Day weather.

 First stop: Crazy Horse Memorial. My first visit three years ago was magical; this was not. The location is wonderful and the art and exhibits are well curated. At the beginning of our visit,

 I got separated from Bob and we both walked around the large property looking for each other. Our cell phones did not work and we had not arranged for a time and place to meet in case of separation. By the time he saw me, I was hot and flustered. Crying jag/meltdown. Bob bought me a beautiful pair or earrings from Margie,Laughlin, one of the vendor artists from Page, Arizona. And yes, I did feel better almost right away.

Next, the Needles Highway and Custer State Park. The ride is winding, up and down the mountain, with spectacular needle-like rock formations and breathtaking views. On many summer days, it's impossible to park anywhere, but not yesterday. This is really a "biker's ride", but there were lots of other vehicles too. My favorite views were through tunnels in the rock, which can accommodate only one vehicle at a time. While warnings about dangerous wildlife make you feel excited about seeing herds of bison, we saw nothing, even in the distance.

After a late lunch in Keystone (a deliciously sinful cheeseburger and rootbeer float at the DQ), we hit Mount Rushmore. I love the walking under the state flags, mounted on pillars displaying the date of statehood. 1858 for Minnesota.

We were a little weary of sightseeing. Time to go home!

Dinner at the Prairie Winery

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Bob resisted this picture, as evidenced by his look

The pleasant and very competent receptionist at the front desk (Holiday Inn Express - Hill City) suggested dinner at the Prairie Berry Winery. As a wine lover, I was delighted though not particularly hungry. Turned out I was hungry enough to eat most of one of the lunch specials, still on the menu at about 7:15 in the evening.

I loved my Caesar salad and open-faced veggie sandwich on a slice of artisan bread. Bob had the same, but with a BLT. Well, both of these meals looked too good to eat, more like works of art than supper. You'd think I would have taken a picture but I didn't. Gourmet and wonderful.

The very knowledgeable and patient woman at the cash register suggested an off-the-menu wine for me, "similar to a Pinot Noir". sold only to wine club members, until it works itself to the wine store and the menu. I think it was called something like "Meritage". So good, either alone or "paired with food".

Nice end to a great day. We returned to our hotel in the pitch darkness of the Black Hills. Though shortly after 8:00 p.m, night had really fallen, partly because of our closeness to the Central timezone.

Spearfish Canyon, South Dakota

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Bob at Bridal Falls

Whenever I ride through Spearfish Canyon, I think to myself that I would like to be there in winter -- surrounded by mountains, evergreens, bubbling stream along the winding road. I should keep my mouth shut, because when I make that observation, the reaction is one of near outrage. Bob loves to regale me with his motorcycle rides here, and of course, there are always a lot of riders who certainly are not thinking of winter.

There was a lot of traffic on Sunday, but it wasn't overwhelming. We loved the optical illusion of apparent downhill driving when, in fact, the elevation was rising almost the whole way from Spearfish to Lead.

We stopped to see Bridal Falls, but the waterfall is a mere trickle at this time of year. After Yellowstone, it would have been disappointing, except for the spectacular loveliness of the "total experience".

We didn't stop in Deadwood, a tourist trap full of people and cars, but instead rolled on to Hill City, our destination for the night.

Map of the Black Hills

Photos. More info on the Black Hills.

Black Hills, South Dakota

Devil's Tower, Wyoming

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 I'd been to Devil's Tower twice before: once, 20 years ago when a sulky teenager was resisting his parents' pressure to see the visitors' center ("ya seen one visitors' center, ya seen them all", and the second time three years ago during a Labor Day weekend visit to the Black Hills. That year, I wasn't feeling well and I sat on a bench, simply taking pictures.

We were within about 20 miles of this national monument in Sundance, so we thought a side trip was in order. We should have been tipped off when it took forever to get through the gate -- only one guy taking money and another walking along past the line of cars telling people the cost ($20, unless you have a National Parks pass, which we do) and handing out Devil's Tower information.

When we finally got through the gate, the ride up the mountain was fine, with wonderful views of the big rock. Once we got to the top, though, we realized the parking lot was not only full, but overflowing. After driving round a couple of times, Bob found a spot on the driveway, off to the side of the road. A grumpy park police officer came by, gave us a lecture on the inadequacies of the National Park Service ("we keep asking for more parking but they won't listen") and told Bob the spot was for RVs only. No RVs parked there -- all illegal parkers? -- but we really had to leave so we decided not to torture ourselves looking for a legal spot.Didn't really matter -- we have seen that visitors' center, after all.

 We stopped on the way down at Prairie Dog Town and Bob used his new binoculars to see climbers on the rocks. We had a nice break out of the vehicle and enjoyed the beautiful scenery all around us.

Mass at St. Paul's in Sundance

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One of my favorite experiences is attending Mass when we're on vacation. Today we went to 9:30 Mass at St. Paul's Church in Sundance, a mission church in the Diocese of Cheyenne, Wyoming.

The music was good and the readers were both excellent. The parish priest, Father Tim Martinson, also serves Corpus Christi in Newcastle. Today, a new priest, Father Hiep Nguyen, a native of Vietnam, introduced himself to the parish.

Today, Father Tim preached on the quote from St. Francis of Assisi, "Preach Jesus, and, if necessary, use words". This quote is disputed, but the message is essentially "let the actions of your life reflect your faith". He told a personal story that resonated with me: a prayer circle in a public park joined by a woman in obvious life distress. Her physical appearance and hygiene deficiencies would be a challenge to anyone, even though our Christian faith calls us to see Christ in all we meet.

Father Tim's honest story about this uncomfortable situation was disarming, as was his reaction to the latest scandals in the Catholic Church. Refreshing. Not what we're used to.