Deadwood

Yesterday we drove about an hour to the frontier town of Deadwood.  Deadwood was known as a lawless town run by infamous gamblers and gunslingers.  Bars, brothels and gaming halls made up this tiny town in the Black Hills, and  Deadwood was home to legendary Wild Bill Hickok and Calamity Jane.  In 1876 gold miners moved into the Northern Black Hills.  That's where they came across a gulch full of dead trees and a creek full of gold and Deadwood was born.  Just a few weeks after Wild Bill Hickok arrived in Deadwood, he was gunned down holding a poker hand of aces and eights.  After we stopped by the Visitor's Center in Deadwood and saw the ridiculous parking situation and the commercialism of Deadwood we looked at one another and said "let's don't and say we did," and we turned around and returned home.  Deadwood is surrounded by the natural beauty of the Black Hills which we had thoroughly enjoyed and explored on Saturday, so I'll post a few more photos taken on Saturday in Custer State Park and Black Hills National Park. 

We shopped at the BX and Commissary on base yesterday for a few groceries and necessities.  I went to the laundromat and washed two loads of laundry, and Billy cleaned inches of road dust from the outside of our RV windows.  He also cleaned the colony of dead bugs semi-permanently adhered to the front of the camper.    We had planned to grill bison steaks on our new Weber Baby Que; however, it got too late before we knew it.  Bison steaks for dinner tonight.  "Life is Good Today!"