Wind
whispers through Ponderosa Pines sounding like a rivers rushing through a
canyon.
With birds singing in the background, an infrequent neigh of a distant horse
and few bugs to bother, I think I’ve found paradise. The Custer Area of South
Dakota is frequently visited because of Mt. Rushmore. That’s why we came. What
we’ve found in our little campground (Welikit—and we do) is a nice peaceful break from the hubbub of tourists.
We
rode in the mountains this morning. Cool, beautiful and feeling quite remote
despite the KOA from which we left which sounded like a theme park with all the
happily screeching children. (A perfect place btw for those with many little
people to entertain.) A whitetail doe watched us unconcerned. A mother cow
bellowed her fears at us and sturdy horses carried back into the National
Forest Land.
I was
content.
Oh,
and for "My Life As a Lumberjack" fans…note that we made Omelets…Benz style. In a
Baggie. Small was quite fascinated with the process. So will you be, if you try
it.
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