BLACK HILLS, S.D. - I put on my rain jacket and protected my camera as best I could during a walk and photoshoot along the Presidential Trail at Mount Rushmore on July 11.
I wouldn't say this is the highlight of the Black Hills, whose impressive granite outcroppings and spires capture the imagination. But it's definitely worth a visit to the monument completed between 1927 and 1941, just before America's entry into World War II.
In this photo, as a young man next to me said, Washington appears to be crying, Lincoln has a bloody nose, and you can use your imagination from there.
Showing posts with label SOUTH DAKOTA. Show all posts
Showing posts with label SOUTH DAKOTA. Show all posts
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
In the hinterlands
So there I was on the unmapped backroads of South Dakota, flying south down gravel roads through corn and soybean fields, when suddenly I encountered this. (You might have to click "read more" for the photo.)
Quandary: Do I try to get through? It was getting fairly late and I was tired and I wanted to find a campground before dark. People are in short supply in South Dakota, and there was nobody around to help.
I had already gone through one 50-foot-long stretch of water to get here. But I thought back to the time I drove through Pole Creek in the San Juans and submerged the hood before barely making it across. No good way around there. This time, I had other options. I'd feel pretty stupid watching my truck float past some grazing cattle.
And since I didn't know where I was, what did it matter if I backed up and tried another route?
I did, and I had my dinner cooked in time so I could almost see what I was eating.
Quandary: Do I try to get through? It was getting fairly late and I was tired and I wanted to find a campground before dark. People are in short supply in South Dakota, and there was nobody around to help.
I had already gone through one 50-foot-long stretch of water to get here. But I thought back to the time I drove through Pole Creek in the San Juans and submerged the hood before barely making it across. No good way around there. This time, I had other options. I'd feel pretty stupid watching my truck float past some grazing cattle.
And since I didn't know where I was, what did it matter if I backed up and tried another route?
I did, and I had my dinner cooked in time so I could almost see what I was eating.
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