Day 65, Spearfish touring to Spokane Creek, 79 miles
"Start with what is right rather than what is acceptable."
If you think of South Dakota as Midwest plains, you are quite mistaken-at least
in the Black Hills region. Roads wind between tall cliffs, with forests growing
to the edges. Waterfalls cascade down through the woods, with trout treading
water feeding off insects. And beauty abounds, beneath a light tinting of smoke
from distant fires.
Lead is a cute little town, perched on a hill with plenty of buildings to remind
of its past. Deadwood, to the contrary, erects casinos at a frenetic rate and
tops it off with parking meters, bringing it down to Durango, Colorado levels.
Sturgis, because of its famous rally each year, throbs with the sounds of Bad
Boy V-twins running up and down its streets continually. Yet they are a handful
compared to the 250,000 or so that converge in August for this year's rally.
Back on the MotoBago and through more forested landscapes. The temperature
dropped almost twenty degrees and rain fell, first big erratic drops, then
building to a crescendo of a downpour, splattering twelve inches off the
pavement. Fortunately, we geared up for it. Ten miles later the skies cleared and
the temperature rose again.
We stopped at Spokane Creek Campground. First let me say it was a good value for
its money. However, they over promised and under delivered. That drives me
crazy! First, the Spokane Creek was an oozing slime snake between the tent
sites. Second the heated pool was a... Pool. They should call it an
"invigorating" pool, or a "refreshing" one. However, after riding in the sun all
day (with some very nice breaks), the pool, albeit cold, did the trick.
If you like bikes, see the previous post below. We toured the Sturgis Motorcycle Museum
and Hall of Fame and it proved to be a treat.