Return to the Black Hills
Left Casper under bright, clear skys. About twenty miles down the road we encountered fog which lasted for forty miles off and on, sometimes quite dense. Fog on the prairie. Who knew.
After the fog, miles and miles of short grass rolling prairie. In to South Dakota and gradually the rolling prairie becomes hills. And trees appear. We pass through Wind Cave National Park and then Custer and then back to the same RV campground we stayed in two years ago.
The only major attraction we missed last time here was the Crazy Horse Memorial so off we went to see it. The memorial is a work in progress and will be for a LONG time. The original sculpture died some time ago and his family carries on with the work. The visitor center complex has a lot of tourist trap stuff but there is also a great deal of Indian history, crafts, culture, and art and much about the man who conceived and started the project. We spent several hours there and didn't see it all. Well worth the admission price.
Memorial now.
Face is done.
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