The ride to Spearfish was a motorcyclist’s dream, with lots of curvy, winding roads! Spearfish Canyon’s plush greenery, colorful wildflowers, roaring waterfall, and scenic walking/hiking trails made this a perfect destination.
But the fun didn’t stop there! On to the Black Hills gold mining town of Deadwood. Now here is a city that puts gaming and casino funds to good use restoring old buildings and preserving its fabled past, earning the distinction of being an entire city named as a National Historic Landmark.
|The Bullock Hotel, Where My Parents Stayed in 1999|
We walked endlessly uphill through Mt. Moriah Cemetery, the final resting place for Deadwood’s notorious residents such as Wild Bill Hickok, Calamity Jane, and Potato Creek Johnny. The cemetery sits atop a high peak, offering a breathtaking and dramatic view of the city.
|Wild Bill Hickok's Grave|
|Calamity Jane's Grave|
|The View from Mt. Moriah Cemetery|
|Another Dramatic View from Mt. Moriah Cemetery|
We also stopped in the Adams Museum, dedicated to preserving the history of the Black Hills. This is where Daddy crushed my little heart. I was mesmerized by the stuffed jackalope, admiring its uniqueness. But Dad said there was no such animal. It was all just a hoax. Someone stuck antelope horns on a jackrabbit and then called it a jackalope.
|Just a myth? I'm calling Mythbusters to prove Dad wrong!|
I couldn't be more upset and disappointed if Dad had told me that there was no Santa Claus! Sometimes we ALL need to believe in fairy tales, myths, and magic.
I consoled myself by taking up a hobby my Aunt Laurie taught me—gambling with the slot machines! Unfortunately, I lost my entire week’s allowance on that dang Wheel of Fortune machine!
|Rambling RV Rat Losing His Shirt!|
|Prime Rib Dinner at Legends Steakhouse in Deadwood|
We got back on the bikes and headed home with full bellies and fun memories.