From the Cave to the Tower

We woke to the wind in the trees at Elk Mountain Campground. The sun was just beginning to rise over the hills, and all was still.

Sunrise at Elk Mountain

The morning was quiet, barely awake yet.

Purple Coneflower at Sunrise

From the hilltop were we set our stakes, we watched the sunlight slowly unfurl the last layers of night from the trees. We watched as a doe and her two fawns picked their nimble hooves through the undergrowth of the surrounding hills.

Doe Mule Deer with two fawns.

We took in the cool morning air over coffee and enjoyed our surroundings. The fire danger is extremely high throughout the area; we even had the South Dakota Hot Shot Fire Fighters camped at the foot of the hill just East of our tent. So what do you do with a pile of free firewood you would have normally been excited about burning but can’t?

Log tower! Woo!

Make a tower, of course!

We broke camp and were greeted by a small herd of buffalo, right outside our campground.

Buffalo outside campground

And a few pronghorn.

Pronghorn in the morning sun.

We headed straight to the visitor center to book a tour of Wind Cave.

The 8:40am “Natural Entrance Tour” took us to the Natural Entrance of the cave. (Shocking, right?) The circumference of the natural entrance is about the size of a bowling ball. The size of this entrance accounts for the fact that there are rarely bats in Wind Cave, since the wingspan of most bats is too wide. There is also a steady wind coming out of the cave, and who wants to fly into the wind? Not me. Not bats.

The tour took us down 185 feet underground and past some of the world’s largest known concentrations of Boxwork cave formations. It is a constant 55 degrees in Wind Cave and the darkest dark you have ever seen when they turn off the trail lights to give you a “true explorer experience”. It was really cool!

Boxwork

Boxwork

Popcorn Cave Formations

Flowstone

Boxwork

Into the depths of the Earth!

Caves are awesome.

We left Wind Cave and headed N on Hwy 87 to 16A, rolling past Crazy Horse National Monument on our way.

Crazy Horse National Monument – In Process

It was 89 degrees at 11:35, a hint of the heat we would surely meet later in the day.

In some ways, South Dakota reminded us of parts of the mid-west…
Cows…

And summer road construction.

Do we really have a choice?

Some of the landscape is reminiscent of the Mississippi River watershed area of Platteville, WI and Dubuque IA, or even areas of the Upper Peninsula, MI. Fire Roads tangle through the dense Ponderosa Pine forest, leading us to places with names like Mystic and Irish Gulch. As we bumped down our unpaved path we were happy to be away from the tourists and National Park traffic that was beginning to accumulate as we left Wind Cave. The public facilities changed as well…

Outhouse behind an Irish Gulch church

One of the greatest things about traveling is that it’s constantly stimulating, everything is new. Every turn is an unexpected vision, every breath is fresh air. The Ponderosa Pines towered along the sides of the road as we continued West through toward Wyoming. This day is about driving, surveying, and breathing. The air is so clean and new – as fresh mid-day as it was at birth. Windows down, we took deep breaths, and peered up through the treetops. I began thinking about how amazing the natural world is, and how blessed I felt to be a part of it.

And just then, asphalt felt strange. The road changed from bumpy, unpredictable dirt, to a flat man-altered straightaway. Suddenly, we were on a two-lane highway curving through tree-covered hills. Green quills shot up from the spine of the Earth as she arched her back again and again. We poured over our map, trying to find another road less traveled. We decided that the small yellow signs we had been passing were used to denote Fire Road status and chose one to turn down. However, we soon realized that we were wrong as we approached a homestead guarded by an army of deer and cow skulls punctuated with “No Trespassing” signs.

No Trespassing… this goes for you too, cow!

We promptly turned around as the apparent lady of the manor glared suspiciously at us from behind the weathered, wooden fence.

Back on track, we headed into Deadwood.

And crossed the next state line.

Wyoming – Forever West

Our next destination was America’s first national monument, Devil’s Tower. But first, do you know to whom the Devil’s Tower Post Office is dedicated to?

Devil’s Tower Post Office

Oh yeah. Sick Willy loved Devil’s Tower.

Approaching Devil’s Tower

Beautiful hills surrounding Devil’s Tower


3:00 pm, 96 degrees. Who’s ready for a hike?

Devil’s Tower, Wyoming

We made it!

Devil’s Tower is a sacred site for many Native American tribes. Many trees at the foot of the tower are adorned with prayer flags and bundles of herbs and flowers.

Prayer flags at base of Devil’s Tower

The atmosphere around Devil’s Tower is very spiritual and calm, but almost eerie. As we stood in the shadow of the massive magma mountain, not a sound of modern civilization could be heard. 5,112 feet above sea level 867 feet from its base, Devil’s Tower acts as a sound barrier, leaving us to reflect with only the birds and the wind in our ears.

Devil’s Tower – It’s huge!

After Devil’s Tower, Wyoming was a whole lot of this:

Exciting stuff.

We were not the only East to West travelers on this seemingly endless highway.

Well done Virginia, well done!

As we drove across Wyoming, we drove through the clouds and into a bit of rain.

Rain moving across Wyoming.

Then, we approached the Big Horn Mountains. So many colors! It was like we were driving into nature’s mountain palette – intense browns at the base of the range, then dark purple that gradated gradually into violet, then dark blue, light blue, almost transparent blue, and then the monstrous white clouds. Talk about your purple mountains’ majesty!

The Big Horn Mountains

It was absolutely beautiful. We entered the Big Horn Mountain National Forest and perked up for more mountain driving.

Mountain curves! Woohoo!

As I stated in the last post, service of any kind is hard to come by, hence the irregularity of trip posts. But just to give you an idea of what were are dealing with, I’m pretty sure Mother Nature doesn’t want us to be too connected to the outside world…

Can you hear me now?

Who are we to go against her wishes?

It was 65 degrees high in the Big Horn Mountains. We stopped to make camp at dusk.

Situated along Leigh Creek, we were surrounded by the towering canyon walls. Never camped in a canyon before!

View up from Leigh Campground

Leigh Creek, Big Horn Mountain National Forest

Right on the bank of the creek, we will fall asleep to the song of the water tonight. But first (now that we are out of the high fire danger range) a campfire and delicious dinner of perch and green beans. Yum!

Campfire cooking tastes the best!

Tomorrow, we head toward Yellowstone. Goodnight!

Campfire at Leigh Creek

(As some of you know, music is a big part of our lives. As I record this journey, I am trying to keep record of the soundtrack of our journey. Some will be new music, some old favorites, some serendipitous songs of travel, and (hopefully) many great musical matches to our surroundings. This leg of the trip was brought to you by the new Joe Bonamassa album “Driving Towards the Daylight” and J.J. Grey and Mofro’s “Lollalooza”. By the next post, I hope I can post choice songs so you can listen along!)

3 thoughts on “From the Cave to the Tower

  1. Awesome blog Adi!!!! I really enjoyed your writing and pictures. I’ve been to all those places and they are AWESOME!

  2. Super Sweet Pics! I miss you guys almost as much as Sick WIlly misses his Sax when he can’t find it.

  3. I’m liking this a lot! And I’m liking your likes. Apparently the skulls, antlers, and general decrepit nature of that old coot’s lot wasn’t enough that she needed to post a “No Trespassing” sign as well! Happy travels and keep up the good work with the writing and photography.

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