Black Hills

The Black Hills were misnamed for this trip - they would better have been called the gray hills. The cold damp overtook us and stuck around for our drive into and through South Dakota.  The walls of Spearfish Canyon were barely visible and the colorful rocks not quite so colorful.

We stayed in the old Town Hall in Lead, which was cool.  We would have had a nice view of the old Homestake Pit (gold mine) across the street, but the clouds were too thick to see the other side.  We ate in the old round house and then went down to Deadwood so M and D could gamble (they play different games and different stakes - we will embarrass neither by saying more).

Folks were a bit nervous about the forecast of snow, having been completely buried by the early season blizzard last year. Fortunately, this time they only got a few inches, whereas last year they got several feet.