From Colorado, we continued north to South Dakota where we visited the Crazy Horse Memorial site. The day we were at Crazy Horse the fog was so thick that you could not see the mountain. Instead, we had to be content with looking at the smaller bronze statue of Crazy Horse located within the Visitors' Center.
After leaving Crazy Horse, we headed over to Mount Rushmore. As you can see by my picture below, the only thing visible was the fog. Somewhere behind me, through the fog is the famous mountain carving of Presidents Washington, Jefferson, Lincoln, and Roosevelt.
While in South Dakota, we spent two nights in Deadwood.
By 1876, Wild Bill had reached the age of 38 and had just recently married Agnes Lake, whom he promptly left in Cincinnati as he made his way to the Black Hills of Dakota Territory, no place for a respectable woman. He organized an expedition to travel west from St. Louis and arrived in Deadwood via Cheyenne in June of that year. Traveling in his company were other famous characters of the Old West, Calamity Jane and Colorado Charley Utter along with a host of “women of ill-repute” looking to make a living in the gold town.
Deadwood Gulch was filling to the brim with humanity that summer, all looking for the same thing: gold. Main Street rang with the sounds of the constant construction of retail stores, saloons, brothels, and hotels. The breeze was sweet with the smell of fresh cut pine and the sweat of hard work. The street, a trail blazed along the creek where miners and prospectors toiled long hours, was a muddy path cut deep by the ruts of heavy wagons and horse hoofs. The town was rife with lawlessness and home to several noted killers of the time. The lower section of town, the north end, became known as the badlands as the seedier establishments congregated together to attract those searching for “recreation.”
The bullet traveled through Bill’s head and struck Massie in the left wrist. McCall waved his gun wildly and attempted to shoot others in the bar but his gun wouldn’t fire so he backed out the rear entrance.
This story of Wild Bill Hickock was taken from the following site on the Internet: http://www.digitaldeadwood.com/historylink/people/hickok.html
From Deadwood, it was a long day's drive back to Regina, Saskatchewan and then a flight home to BC.
This was a spectacular holiday full of great experiences and fantastic scenery!