Pace Up Stepped - Briefly

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This stage was a prelude to the rest of the trip: mid-sixty to seventy miles, and mostly flat.  Save for the fact that it wasn't flat at all.  Beautiful weather and scenery, and absent wind that was antagonistic to our progress.  

Leaving the Lodge



At forty miles in, Aladdin was the only place en route to stop.  Because we weren't traveling in "cages" — biker speak for cars — the bikers proved quite friendly.  

Having fortified ourselves with sugar (Butterfinger for Susan, Peanut M&M's and Reeses Cups for me) we pressed on to Spearfish, with the Vore Buffalo Jump along the way.

Arriving at the jump.  Drastic scenery change.

From this vantage point, there is nothing to see, aside from the buildings.  Which was the hole point; the bison had no idea of the sinkhole ahead.


The results, over hundreds of years

Sixty-six miles into yet another landscape.  1,983 ahead of us.

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