Arrival into the Black Hills of South Dakota
The ride from Chamberlain, SD to the Black Hills was really uneventful. We cranked out the miles at 80+ mph. Michael had talked about wanting to stop in Wall, SD, which is the home of the famous Wall Drug. We had been seeing signs for the place for the last couple hundred miles or so, even as far back as Iowa. It was described as something like “South of the Border” and it certainly lived up to it. Store after store after store of novelties, souvenirs, T-shirts and food. Plus they advertised “Free Water” and “5cent Coffee” on several dozen billboards along the way. The “Free Water” was warm, and the wax-paper cups were stuck together and we never did find the “5cent Coffee”, but we also didn’t look that hard for it. It was a good stop and I bought my first T-shirt of the trip, especially since I needed a clean shirt for the next day.
As we approached Rapid City, the huge mass of black clouds seemed to stretch all the way to the ground. When people talk of tornados and the finger of God reaching down from heaven to wreak havic on the earth, I understand what they mean. This black mass of clouds was intense. Lightening crackled in the distance as we got pelted with heavy rain drops. Certainly not the first rain we’ve encountered on this massive ride across the country. As the rain fell harder, we pulled to the side of the road and raced to get on our rain gear. We road through the rain and just on the edge of town, the clouds parted momentarily. Steve and Michael pulled off their rain gear at the next over pass, but I was too tired of putting on the rain gear, taking off the rain gear, and then having to put it back on again. But only a few more miles down the road, the rain came again and I laughed as Michael and Steve got pelted with rain. The rain didn’t last very long, but Michael did pull over to put on his rain gear again.
In Rapid City, we turned south for our Hotel in Custer, SD, which is nestled in the Black Hills. It was about another 45 mile ride, but a fun twisting ride on curvy roads. As we rolled into the small town of Hill City, motorcycles were jammed all along the main street. It was awesome! At that moment, I knew we were in for a hell of a motorcycle rally like we’ve never experienced before.
Today will be a fun day of riding in the Black Hills and seeing Mount Rushmore and Crazy Horse monument. The rides we’ve planned for the day should be fun and intense. Hopefully a white knuckler.