Five years ago my parents said they wanted to take us to
South Dakota for their 60th wedding anniversary. South Dakota? You mean Mount
Rushmore with the presidents’ heads? Really? Okay, why not,
something to cross off the bucket list. We’d simply see all the touristy things
in a few days and then have three or four days to relax in the hot tub at the Silver
Mountain Lodge in Rapid City
and never go back.
Rapid City, South Dakota sits on the edge of the Black Hills
National Forest (http://www.fs.usda.gov/recmain/blackhills/recreation). At the
time we took our trip I lived in Illinois
where a bump in the road is considered a hill. The Black
Hills are actual mountains.
We of course saw the heads, learned their history, and were
in awe of the work that went into creating them. It’s no wonder Mount Rushmore (http://www.nps.gov/moru/index.htm)
has been in many movies, books, video games, theme parks, comics and cartoons,
music, stamps, and coins. We also took in the nearby Crazy Horse Memorial (https://crazyhorsememorial.org/) which
is just starting to take shape and will be doubly impressive when it’s
completed. At this point, it’s not as spectacular and quite a bit more pricey.
Then we traveled southeast to the Badlands National Park (http://www.nps.gov/badl/index.htm),
not entirely clear what a Badland was, some kind of desert? Nope, almost 244,000
acres of peaks and buttes that have been eroded by wind and water. It’s
otherworldly and beautiful. There are boardwalk trails throughout the park and we
immediately wished we’d brought hiking gear to explore the canyons and talked
about returning for a backpacking trip.
We drove through Custer State Park (http://www.blackhillsbadlands.com/parks-monuments/custer-state-park)
where bison sauntered across the road and mules poked their heads into our cars
looking for treats. We rode horses through the Black Hills
with men who looked like they’d been born on a horse. We celebrated my folks’
wedding anniversary dinner in the gun-slinging town of Deadwood where my dad tried his hand at poker
and did pretty well.
And then there was
Sturgis. The town of Sturgis,
forty-five miles up highway 90 from our lodge, hosted their 70th annual Sturgis
Motorcycle Rally (http://www.sturgismotorcyclerally.com/rally-info/welcome)
the week we were there. During the rally, the population of South Dakota, 850,000 people, doubles. There
are live bands, tattooed bikers, and the endless parade of motorcycles through
every little town.
Never before have my assumptions of a place been so utterly
transformed by traveling there as they were in South Dakota. And now I can’t
wait to go back, maybe on the back of a Harley. A week simply wasn’t long
enough.
Kristin A. Oakley’s debut novel, Carpe Diem, Illinois, is the winner of the 2014
Chicago Writers Association Book of the Year Award for non-traditionally
published fiction and a finalist in the Independent Author Network 2015 Book of
the Year. The sequel, God on Mayhem
Street, will be available late 2015. Kristin is the president and a
co-founder of In Print, a professional writers’ organization, a board member of
the Chicago Writers Association, and editor of The Write City Magazine. As a writing instructor at the
UW-Madison Division of Continuing Studies, Kristin critiques manuscripts and
offers an online course on cliffhangers. She has a B.A. in psychology and
a J.D., both from the University
of Wisconsin-Madison. You
can find out more about Kristin at: kristinoakley.net
Kristin will give one lucky winner
a signed copy of her award-winning novel, Carpe
Diem, Illinois, which includes a motorcyclist inspired by Kristin’s trip to
Sturgis, South Dakota. Remember to leave your contact information with your
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Kristin, what a surprise to read the title of today's blog. My husband and I have just returned from the same journey you describe here. And you expressed my own feelings perfectly. I was rather neutral about taking this group tour but now I'd love to go back! What breathtaking beauty this state holds. Thank you for a return to South Dakota today and a firsthand description of all we saw with pictures!
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ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful post with gorgeous photos and a sight that is fascinating and unforgettable. Thanks for this great feature which interests me greatly and the lovely book giveaway. saubleb(at)gmail(dot)com
ReplyDeleteYour celebration trip certainly looks and sounds unforgettable. How delightful to be together and enjoy this extremely interesting area. Wishing you happiness. Your book would be a treasure. elliotbencan(at)hotmail(dot)com
ReplyDeleteGreat post, gals! I've been through South Dakota and we stopped at Mount Rushmore on a foggy day. I was disappointed but took my camera in anyway. My husband walked up a trail with some mountain goats and I headed for the terrace, hoping to get a decent picture through the thickness. As if on cue, the fog lifted like a heavy curtain and I took to clear pictures of the monument before the curtain fell again. It was a Godly moment, indeed. Kristin, your books sound fascinating. Best of luck with future endeavors. Let us know when God on Mayhem Street releases.
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Definitely an interesting place, but not one I'd choose to visit in winter.
ReplyDeleteKristin, you make me want to go there. I've always been intrigued by the Black Hills.
ReplyDeleteSounds like a lovely place to visit. Hope to do so one day in the not too distant future.
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PamT
Husband and I camped in South Dakota for a week for our honeymoon, over 30 years ago. We camped in the Black Hills, drove through Custer State Park, and in general enjoyed ourselves. 20 years later, we took our 4 kids back with us to camp again. We went to the same photo shop that had taken our "wedding photo", and had them pose us in a barroom scene, with me as the floozy, husband as the sheriff, oldest son as the bartender, and the other 3 kids as typical western bar inhabitants. It was a lot of fun! We'll head back some day, especially since one of our sons is now pursuing his masters in Geology. He loved the Badlands back then, he'd want to live there now!
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