Monday, September 15, 2008
September 15, Monday – Climbing
From flatlands of the Dakotas I entered the Black Hills, sacred country to the Lakota. I left the beaten path and headed up Spearfish Canyon as it knifed into the heart of the uplifted country. I had the narrow twisting canyon road to myself in the early morning light. At 9 o’clock I topped out at 6,785 feet at O’Neill Pass. It was a different world up here on the high plains plateau country. This land is so exposed to the whims of weather. At Newcastle, Wyoming there were signs saying if the highway lights were flashing, stay in town. Why? Because there was nothing for the next 81 miles except grass, cattle, antelope and snow fences. Being out on that stretch of highway in a blizzard would be the end.
I took a detour off my set course to see a historical sight. Fort Laramie. This fort was the place of distinction in the history of the west. It was front stage, center. It provided protection and supplies for the Oregon Trail; it was a military base for the Indian Wars.
After many months of absence, I am back in the west where so many conflicts between our peoples seem to be at every curve in the road.
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