So we headed to South Dakota recently. Some know it as the land of low business taxes, but that’s not what drew us to the Black Hills this time around. We weren’t even headed that way to see three famous presidents and the nerd with glasses they stuck in the back. (I kid because I care, Teddy.)
No, we went to the Southern-most Dakota to climb Harney Peak…the highest elevation east of the Rocky Mountains and west of Europe. Who knew, right? Well, someone did because they put it on a sign at the top.
Normally, walking up and subsequently back down a large rocky area for 6 hours is not something K and I actively seek out, but El Cunado (our brother-in-law…it’s a reference to The League, if you must know) wanted to do this for his big 30th birthday. And, I must say, the view was pretty spectacular. But, couple that with sleeping on the ground in Custer State Park and a 9 1/2 hour drive home the morning after the hike, and I think it was his ploy to make every muscle in our bodies as uncomfortable as possible for 48 hours. You win this time, El Cunado. You win this time.