No, Jana. That is not Paul Revere on that mountain. Since leaving the snowy confines of Yellowstone (and seeing some incredible things) we've turned this Steel Horse east toward the Black Hills of SoDak.
Much like Montana, I'm really impressed. We strolled the streets of Deadwood to learn all about Wild Bill Hickok, Kevin Costner and that seductive little whore named Single Deck Blackjack. We parked the RV in a sweet spot in the middle of the gulch with great views and enjoyed some tasty spaghetti and buffalo meatballs prepared RV style. All in all a fine night in gold country.
One more note on the Black Hills...You've got to be some seriously effed-up type of crazy to carve out a goddamn mountain. But thank you to those that are/have. Your handiwork has now been stared at with complete amazement by yours truly.
Cheers,
Chris
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