It is almost the end of our weeklong road trip through the wondrous Black Hills of South Dakota, a place that is surprisingly beautiful with its mix of lush green prairie land and rocky, pine-filled hills.
It is the beginning of the real American West, filled with some of our nation’s remaining free roaming bison, labyrinths of caves, gold mines and least we forget the endless hum of Harley’s and bikes.
Yet perhaps the best thing about the Black Hills of South Dakota is it’s astounding beauty. There is truly no place quite like it. Nature is always my muse and I can usually find beauty everywhere.
The highlight of our family trip was the climb to Harney Peak, the highest mountain in South Dakota, reaching a little over 7,200 feet. (Hike is about 6 miles round trip/4 hours and my daughter Sophia’s first peak!). And nothing but miles and miles of prairies and plains.
We are heading to the Badlands as I type and then a long eight hour drive home tomorrow to Minneapolis. More coming soon on our great American roadtrip!
This post was inspired by the Weekly Photo Challenge: Muse.