We are staying in the middle of the Black Hills National Forest. Hill City is where we will hang our hats while seeing the surrounding sites. The beauty of these dark green spruce pines is wonderful and the cooler temperatures are most appreciated. Yesterday in the Badlands it was 102 degrees, but as soon as we started into this lush green forest the temperature dropped to 87. What a breath of fresh air!
Today we are taking time to do the most uninteresting thing on our trip…laundry. We brought all the necessities for laundry and just added the dirty clothes at the last minute:) It’s nice that the places we are staying have washers and dryers for travelers.
Listening to James Taylor this morning. Couldn’t believe that my car mates hadn’t heard his song, Sun on the Moon:
In line, in line, they’re all in line;
My ducks are all in a row.
They do not change, they do not move,
They have nowhere to go
The sun on the moon, the sun on the moon, the sun on the moon
Made a mighty nice light.
Bow wow wow, honk your horn, honk your horn.
It’s one of those songs that you have to step back and think about but the chorus is so fun. Many summers ago when a good friend and I hiked the mountains of NC each summer, it was one of those catchy tunes that got stuck in your head for the day! James gave us a touch of NC home this morning as we worked on our laundry and organization of our “stuff”.
This afternoon we drove to Crazy Horse Memorial. I don’t think I was prepared for either the immensity of the project or the emotional impact for me. In 1939 Lakota Chief Henry Standing Bear invited the Boston-born sculptor Korczak Ziolkowski to come to the Black Hills to carve a sculpture to pay tribute to the native American, Crazy Horse. He was a revered leader, strategist and warrior. He was instrumental in many conflicts as well as the Battle of the Big Horn. In 1877, he was mortally wounded while under a white flag of truce at Fort Robinson, Nebraska.
When finished the memorial will stand 563 feet tall and will feature Crazy Horse with arm outstretched, finger gesturing outward. The pose will reflect Crazy Horse answering the derisive question: “Where are your lands now?” asked of him by a white man. His response: “My lands are where my people are buried.” Korczak died in 1982 and his wife Ruth (who carried on his work with his children) died in 2014. The work continues through his children and the Board of Directors at the Crazy Horse Memorial.
We drove through the Black Hills of South Dakota, viewed Mt. Rushmore and headed back to the motel for a rest until time to go to the light show at Rushmore.