After surviving the Badlands we made our way to the Black Hills of South Dakota. Yozef's cousin has a spot in the Black Hills National Forest so we spent Saturday making our way to the campsite. I know I've said this before, but I'll say it again, there is nothing glamorous about motorcycle camping. Some days you sweat your ass off, other days you freeze it off. Sometimes you get a shower, sometimes you don't. But, it has its own rewards.
Our stay for the weekend was in the middle of the National Forest next to a creek, surrounded by pasture that cows are open range on. We were able to get in at a decent hour, set up camp, make some dinner which consisted of taco rice, bean dip on a tortilla. We even got to meet our neighbors that live up the road. Then we settled in for a good night's sleep, or at least we hope so.
For a third night in a row, even though there was no rain on the forecast, the skies opened up! We did have the rain fly on, but everything still got moist and damp and I didn't sleep a wink due to the loud pounding of the rain on the tent. We woke up Sunday morning cold, damp, and crabby. Yozef braved the elements and made us some coffee so we could at least warm up. By the time we were ready to go the sun had come up and warmed a little bit and we were actually looking forward to a beautiful drive up through the Black Hills after an early lunch in Custer.
Sunday Funday was a beautiful day of ridingwith several hundred others riding. We made it up to the Mount Rushmore area, which was an amazing sight.