They happen to be in the Keystone/Custer/Deadwood area which among other things has Crazy Horse Mem. Mt Rushmore and Custer St Park. In that general area they filmed Dances With Wolvess so you know it is gently rolling prairie and the granite Black Hills.
My "don't cry because it is over, smile because it happened" went out the window as I got to thinking about Sally's and my summer there. Hoping that they get to see some of the same things we saw. Some of it took us three months to find.
Not only the beautiful scenery, but the wonderful people and of course the animals in Custer St Park. I spent hours out there wandering around walking over the hills and experiencing a once in a lifetime thrill for me.
The only part I regret is I didn't take the camera with me on my walks and that Sally was unable to join in the walks. The buffalo in the park are numerous and they put up with humans, up to a point.
There were many antelope and I used to set there and watch the young as they tried out their legs and also their curiosity of life in general.
One day as I was walking out to see some of the wild donkeys/burros I came upon a young antelope lying on the ground. It was extremely warm and the critter was lying there just panting.
Now when you walk out there you might go a mile or 2 just to get from the top of on rise to the next. I never approached the buffalo and a couple of times I said "oops" as suddenly there they were, grazing toward me.
I saw quite a few mule deer and was surprised how they were out in the middle of the prairie maybe a mile or two from cover.
The donkeys/burros were friendly if they wanted to be and liked to be scratched behind the ears and etc. You just had to remember that they were a "little" wild and could kick and/or bite in a heartbeat. The young were very friendly and of course were the "darlings" of the herd. Once they were a week or two old they loved all of the attention they could get, if mama would let them.
Also one day we took an unexplored road, out in the middle of nowhere and came across an old grave. The simple marker said it all
This is a story upon itself. I could not find out very much about the ranch and never did write it down, but evidently was a pretty good size ranch whic was partly in Custer State Park
The only time in my life I saw a triple rainbow and tried to capture it on film but, only two showed up.
This little bugger, below, was our favorite little donkey. He was born the same night that we had eleven inches of rain in five hours. I spotted him early the next morning mama was very protective. We called him "stormy". He got so that when he saw our truck he would start walking right on over to us.