June 27th, 2014 - Day 28
Unfortunately, the center of this great nation is not here, but 20 miles away. We need to start reading the fine print. |
We we
arrived where all the “hoopla” was….. we learned the actual, honest to goodness
“spot” was 20 miles out, on a gravel road, which was all mud from the storm
the night before! UGH!
We didn't come to see a “pretenda spot!” We took
some pictures anyway, and continued on.
There are
two geological features that loom up out of the prairie that are considered sacred places to the Lakota and other tribal Indians.
Looks like a bears been scratching this to me.... |
One is the Devils Tower in Wyoming, and the
other which we did not see, is Bear Butte in South Dakota.
The Lakota legend
tells of two Sioux boys who wandered far from their village. Mato the bear, a huge creature with gigantic
claws wanted to eat them for breakfast.
The boys prayed to their creator to help them. The legend goes on to say they rose up on a
great rock. The bear tried to get up
from every side, clawing at the rock leaving huge scratch marks as he did. He became discouraged and came to rest
northeast of the Black Hills to what is now called Bear Butte.
As we
arrived at the campground, we saw very dark skies, and thunder in the
distance. We flew around setting up,
then raced up the hill to the National Park ( just across the street ) to try
to do the short 1 mile hike around the base before the storm.
An incredible campsite view at KOA Devils Tower |
I was a
little worried about the skies, and didn't want to be caught in a thunderstorm
on the mountain top, so I asked what appeared to be a child ( anyone under 30
seems like a child now ) if they could check the weather radar to see where the
storm is, and determine the danger.
She looked
and replied, “ Oh, yeah, there definitely is thunderstorms all around, but it doesn't look like hail, so you will be fine.
I would go”, she said. Well, hey,
she’s a kid. Do I trust her?
Well, Norm
is a guy, which is only one step smarter than a “kid” and he wanted to go. So we went.
The Devil’s Tower up close and personal is, for the lack of a better
word, “awesome”.
It just
looms up out of nowhere. We took a
million pictures, ignoring the rumbling that was, if we listened, getting
closer.
While we were
dallying at the ½ mile point, it REALLY got dark. Everyone was saying what a horrible storm is
coming. We hustled, jogged, huffed
and puffed our way back to the car before the rain began.
As soon as
we got to the car, the sky’s opened up, and incredible winds kicked in! When we got back to the motorhome we pulled
in the slides, and unplugged the electric as the earth shook!
Most folks
over 50 remember the movie “ Close Encounters of the Third Kind “ that was
filmed here at Devil’s Tower. The
campground plays the movie every night for it’s visitors, which is pretty cool.
Unfortunately the speakers broke last
week, and we could not hear a thing. I
sat in a wet chair and got my undies soaked,( which is really high on my "hate" list ) so left after about 45
minutes. Norm stayed until the sky
opened up again, about 15 minutes later.
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