Last(ing) Impressions
Our time in the Black Hills has come to an end.
On our last full day, we drove the most beautiful road in the country, U.S. Highway 14A through Spearfish Canyon, S.D. Saw a kingfisher and smelled the pine. Stopped at Bridal Veil Falls but reluctantly skipped the Indian tacos at Cheyenne Crossing. Did a little swing through Deadwood, where I busted a couple of tourist moves—sending postcards and buying earrings. Even with those, I’m still short on Sturgis tchotchkes!
Farewell to Sturgis and to the Motorcycle Rally. What a lot I’ve seen and learned.
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