One more for the road...

Day 13; 200 miles +/-

Today was our last day in the Black Hills. We had a great time revisiting some roads we really enjoyed and seeing some new sights. We headed north to Belle Fourche (pronounced Bell Foush; I think). This was a big livestock sales town, back in its day. Today it was full of bikers even early in the morning. We took 212 west and stuck our toes into Montana. We got off and walked around, just to make it official. We stopped at the state line and took the obligatory picture of the “Welcome to Montana” sign. While there, Tom noticed the state line bound. I went over to check it out and noticed that there was a state highway bound laying on the ground that was never set. It had a brass disk on the top; a very nice 6”x6” bound that was all of 6 feet long. I asked if we could take it home as a souvenir. Well, it is still laying on the state line if anyone else is interested.

This ride took us through some really “Big Sky” country. There are definitely more bikes on the road now. We did see some stupid people doing stupid things, cars included. When the terrain is right, you can see lines of bikes all over the place. But, it definitely is not bumper to bumper traffic. Each place we stop we hear stories of arrests and other mishaps. Thankfully, we haven’t witnessed anything.

We ended up at Hulett, for the second time this week. However, today it was quite different. The place was packed as it was “No Panties Wednesday”. Boy, did we see some sights. We also got a free lunch which included the best roast pork sandwich we’ve had in a long time. They were giving the lunches away! While waiting in the long line in the blazing sun, we were treated to a motorcycle jumping show. That was really exciting. Three guys jumped some 45 feet into the air on their bikes and landed on a ramp 75 feet away from the jump. While up in the air they did all sorts of crazy things like twisted with the bikes, held on with one hand, one guy completely came off of the bike with no hands on it and for a finally, one guy did a 360 flip with the bike (head over tail). That was really cool.

We left there and headed back to Spearfish Canyon and rode that beautiful stretch again. We then took Scott down the 14 mile road to Rochford, which he had missed on Monday. There were all sorts of burnouts going on there and very interesting people watching. We then went back to Deadwood hoping for a meal but the all you can eat buffet we heard about wasn’t what we thought it would be. So, we hung around for a bit and watched the bikes (again!!). It was really crowded.

Back at the campground after a great burger at Wild Bills and we are freezing. It is just like a summer nite in Windsor. We start the long trek home tomorrow morning. We figure that this leg of the journey will be really boring without much to write about. We will be travelling on Route 90 from here all the way home; how boring is that? So, we probably won’t be doing any more entries until we return home on either Saturday or Sunday. So see ya until then.