dokodemo

The monument is still incomplete, and probably wont be finished before I am gone too. I remembered getting a rock from it, back then, but I couldnt prove it was authentic to my friends. I got another one today, and this time I dont give a shit who knows what it is or where it is from.

The crazy horse museum was more about the artist and not much about the man it is depicting, but that is par for course.

The black hills were awesome, but I knew that pictures wouldnt do it justice; it is a low key awesomeness. I had my first real taste of wilderness here as a kid. Before that I liked the woods, but as a place to play. Just rocks to climb on, etc. Well, in the black hills, one afternoon in the mid-80s, I suddenly one day tasted it... just the sweet and cool pine air, the quiet, and the feeling that I could truly relax. I suddenly understood what all the hub-bub was about, and why people would want to take a vacation to a place where there was "nothing to do". I thank the hills for this, and although they are congested and overrun with tourism, they are important to me.

There were wild turkeys all over the sides of the roads. I was unable to ever get a photo, since there just happened to never be a place to safely pull over. I felt like they were teasing me, presenting their bright blue heads and feathers which looked handpainted... they knew I would never get a picture.