Who knew Devil’s Tower’s cousin, Beacon Rock, lived in Washington! We stopped by to visit today and climbed to her very windy tippy top!
Devil’s Tower’s Cousin
Summer solstice at Devils Tower
A beautiful dry blue sky day. We dried all of our soggy clothes, and even washed a few smelly ones, recharged the solar, ate breakfast and hiked up to the tower from our campground (Belle Fourche National Campground at the base of Devil’s Tower). We walked the perimeter trail around the tower and admired the rock climbers on the shear columns way above our heads (crazy dudes, and we rock climb!).
Back at camp a large group of Lakota (Sioux) had arrived during their annual Sacred Hoop Run. We were told that various members and children of the tribe cover 500 miles over 8 days via relays visiting traditionally sacred sites along the way to keep the younger tribe members engaged with their history. What a great addition to the campground for the night.
After recovering from our 3 hour hike, we grilled chicken over the fire with a few neighbors at the campground under the looming Devils Tower, as the Lakota drummed a bit into the evening! Magical!
Rendezvous in WY
What chance is there waaaaay out here in WY of meeting up with family and friends. Well, not quite as slim as you think.
Our first meet-up was with Darrin’s younger(?) brother, Paul, and his lovely companion, Virginia (and of course Trouble, aka Beastie Boy, and Harley). They were travelling all the way up here from FL and we happened to land at the same campground. That’s our story and we are sticking with it!
Then we met-up with the Conways from NH at Devil’s Tower! We had a great reunion, catch-up, chow down and soggy hike around Devil’s Tower. Thanks for swinging by guys! Safe travels!
We have had a great, if soggy, week in the WY Black Hills and Devil’s Tower area. We stayed at a great little campground in the national forest, Reuters. Randy, the amazing host took great care of us. Thanks Randy…hi to Boo and Shadow!
They say the sun is supposed to shine tomorrow, but we are not holding our breath. Remember how we were complaining about the heat? Well, be careful what you wish for. It is in the 50s and soggy, but what a view! We’ll take it! Although I can’t figure out why Darrin keeps piling up his mash potatoes?
Thanks Jenny and Scott for the inspiration for the blog title and the sage. I think I’m feeling a little batty now😋 Hope you had a safe trip back to Laramie!