Our agenda for today did not include doing the laundry or shopping or other mundane stuff so we were free to explore the Black Hills. Our first foray to this beautiful area was into Custer State Park, southwest of our RV park near Rapid City.
We headed up US-16 for a bit before turning off onto US-16A and started up a skinny track called Iron Mountain Road. It is a unique road in that it has numerous one-lane tunnels, curlicue turns that have the road pass directly over itself and some single-lane one way sections. It would be a very challenging road for anybody wanting to go faster than about 25 miles per hour as shown by some idiot motorcycle driver who came around one of the hairpin corners in our lane and almost got to make a fast trip to the bottom of the canyon while correcting his path back into his lane. I gave him the finger. He could have scratched our truck and, since he would have been dead if I had not stopped, we might have had to repair it at our cost. We are unable to discern why a moron on a Harley would speed around a tight, blind corner in the oncoming traffic lane.
On the way up into Custer State Park, we kept getting glimpses of Mount Rushmore on the adjacent ridge. It is a very impressive carving. Fortunately, Donald Trump is not one of the presidents on this gorgeous sculpture. We finally entered the state park, took the Wildlife Loop Road and started seeing the myriad animals that have this gorgeous place as their home. Us elderly, nearsighted types spotted pronghorn antelope, solitary and herds of bison, some burros left over from a former business venture that ferried folks into this country prior to roads, prairie dogs and numerous deer. The surrounding scenery is spectacular including the massive rock formations and pinnacles that dot the landscape. We are delighted to be back in this wonderful part of the U.S.A.
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Today was another travel day so we pulled stakes and headed north through the Sand Hills of northwestern Nebraska. As usual, what I expected was nothing like what is there. The Sand Hills rise to elevations above 4000 feet and near the border the terrain turns into tall bluffs surrounding massive pastures. Vistas are huge. For most of the time we were on the road in the Hills, we were not bothered by any other persons, cars, trucks, trains or rural electrification. We could see for miles and the scenery was quite stunning.
Eventually, we crossed into South Dakota and the scenery got even better. We soon could see the Black Hills to the west of our course and we continued skirting them until we got to Rapid City. We visited Rapid City on our 2015 trip around the country and had hoped to return. Today we got our wish.
We turned off US-18/US-385/SD-79 south of town and headed southwest on US-16 for a few miles until turning into the Happy Holidays RV Park. It is a large park with full hookups, nice roads, big spaces, a pool, a store and wifi so we were pretty happy. We have shade, the temperatures are much lower than the last 3 months and we are back in the west where humidity doesn’t make fat guys like me sweat as if a whore in church.
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We drove up onto Scott’s Bluff again today, hoping the visibility had improved from yesterday. It hadn’t. We imagine the air quality is a lot worse over in Colorado where beleguered folks not being paid enough are trying to estinguish rampant fires throughout the state.
The rest of the day we spent doing chores like going to the liquor store, going to the grocery store, going to a meat market and fueling the truck. We went over to Scottsbluff for the food but came back to this side of the Platte to get fuel. It seems like the same town but the part on the north side of the river is Scottsbluff and this side is Gering. We head north tomorrow, toward South Dakota.
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Scott’s Bluff National Monument was our primary destination for today. Scott’s Bluff should not be confused with Scottsbluff, a small city on the eastern slope of Scott’s Bluff which is a massive projection of sandstone, siltstone and volcanic ash that has endured longer than the surrounding plains. Back when extraordinarily durable people driving wooden wagons pulled by oxen were traveling west for free stuff, like land and gold, they would see Scott’s Bluff as the first visible landmark since they left the Missouri River frontier town of St. Joseph. It is a long walk.
The Bluff sticks up 800 feet above the Platte River which meanders along the north Monument border. There is a saddle where the current Oregon Trail Road passes through the Bluff and that’s where the wagons went because going around the bluffs meant getting into the boggy sections and deep sand along the Platte. Oregon Trail is also the road we took to get to the only entrance into the Monument.
We used our geezer pass to enter the park, saving five bucks. We took the very serpentine road through three curved tunnels and along some truly impressive drop-offs on our way up to the top of Scott’s Bluff. Scottsbluff was visible right at the foot of the Bluff but not much else because the air is clogged with dense smoke emanating from some horrible fires occurring in the adjacent state of Colorado. However, even with reduced air quality, the views are breathtaking and maybe some day we will get back to enjoy them when visibility isn’t so crummy.
Peggy raided the Visitor Center and Bookstore but we escaped without getting impoverished. She is very good that way.
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We were on the road again today. The Sleepy Sunflower RV Park in Ogallala was one of the nicest small parks we have stayed in with great facilities and speedy wifi. Unfortunately, it is immediately adjacent to the interstate and there are nearby train tracks where locomotive operators toot their horns. At night the sounds from the nearby transportation assets can keep light sleepers awake.
We left Ogallala on US-26 westbound and followed it across Nebraska for about 85 miles of range land and then the terrain started to change. The surroundings changed to large sandstone bluffs and mesas with the Platte River running between them. We soon spotted a landmark, Chimney Rock, which Oregon Trail folks could see from miles away as they headed west. Chimney Rock does not really resemble a chimney so much as a big bullet or an obelisk but it is big and pointy.
Soon we were approaching Scott’s Bluff, the geological formation, and Scottsbluff, the town at the bottom of the bluff or Bluff. It is a massive wall bordering the flat terrain to the east and consists of several visible strata. We will be heading into the Scott’s Bluff National Monument tomorrow as long as we don’t get drunk.
We pulled our trailer into the Robidoux RV Park in Gering, a town adjacent to Scottsbluff and adjacent to Scott’s Bluff. The park is run by the city and is really quite nice. They have big spaces, extensive mowed grass, shade trees, full hookups and wifi that we haven’t tested yet. It costs $27/night with our geezer discount.
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We had a full day today. We started by driving into the downtown of Ogallala which is about 4 blocks long with too many empty storefronts. After some notary and post office visits, we headed north out of town toward Arthur, where Peggy’s father spent his childhood. On the way, we passed over the Ogallala Dam which holds back Lake McConaghy and empties into Lake Ogallala below the dam. We had just driven off the far end of the massive earthen dam when we looked up into a nearby dead tree and spotted a gorgeous bald eagle gazing out over the lake.
We wanted a closer look so we went into the state park that stretches between the highway and the lake shore and were rewarded with some great views until we spooked him and he buggered off. We left and continued our trip toward Arthur. We drove through gently rolling sand hills covered with grass and flowers into Arthur County which has one town – Arthur. There are 165 townies in Arthur and about 300 folks living out of sight resulting in a county population of about 450. It is the fifth most sparsely populated county in the U.S. One of the counties with an even rarer house is on Hawaii and it is under a sheet of lava.
Arthur is a tiny little joint with a nice city park. In the park, visitors can find the old county jail which is a one-room wood building with bars on the windows and a garden gate hasp on the door. Arthur doesn’t seem to be a hotbed of crime. We putted around town for a few minutes on the mostly paved roads, admiring the sights, one of which is a church made out of hay bales. They plastered the outside but the plaster exhibits cracking defects that suggest the structure might not be entirely sound.
Peggy’s grandmother was buried here long ago but we were unable to find her grave despite quizzing a local cop, the elderly ladies that worked at the newspaper and the staff at the county courthouse. The graveyard is quite old but records are funky and even the county experts admitted that there are more decedents that monuments in the graveyard.
After our failed grave search, we headed back toward Ogallala passing lengths of fence where local farmers have capped their fence posts with what must be hundreds of pairs of worn boots, sole up. We have no explanation for this behavior but the tops of the fence posts don’t seem to rot where boots protect them. We continued back towards Ogallala, this time stopping at Lake Ogallala State Park which is below the dam. At the bottom of the dam and powerhouse, there is a discharge pipe emitting a truly impressive stream of water about 8 feet across and going about 200 feet per second that spills into Lake Ogallala. As we approached this discharge pipe, we noted what started out as merely a suspicion of a farting spouse but which became a truly extraordinary and putrid stench. It was after we checked out the discharge and drove away that we realized the source of this eye-watering miasma was the discharged water.
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There were turkeys fooling around in our campground this morning but we were scheduled to leave Prairie Dog State Park so reluctantly we departed and once again jumped on US-36 westbound. It was a pretty good road but we only followed it for about 30 miles until turning north toward Nebraska. We have been following US-36 for such a long distance that it is almost tragic to leave this highway with its stunning roadside scenery. Half an hour later we crossed into Nebraska and about an hour later crossed from the Central Time Zone into the Mountain Time Zone.
The southern part of Nebraska seemed a lot like the northern part of Kansas. We drove through some farmland but mostly range land with only grass and cattle visible. It is not dead flat. Recent rains have turned all the grass bright green and the cattle can’t be distracted from their happy harvesting.
We zigged and zagged for a few hours and eventually pulled into Ogallala, Nebraska. We promptly found our destination, Sleepy Sunflower RV Park, noting it was immediately adjacent to some railroad tracks and I-80, a busy trucking thoroughfare. The park staff was very nice and led us into our spot. They have full hookups, good wifi and very clean facilities. It is reasonably priced. The best thing about the park is that it is just across the freeway from a terrific restaurant called the Urban Farmer where we went to have a steak dinner. The food was great and not too expensive. I can state for a fact that the chicken fried steak is very tasty, their sunflower seed bread is superb and Peggy ate every bit of her steak. This full-time RV stuff is pretty good sometimes.
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We took a little longer cruise around the park today. Our intent was to spot some of the local wildlife and we were amply rewarded because we took our time.
The day started with a flock of turkeys who wandered through our portion of the campground. We also spotted a Cassin’s kingbird, a bunch of Canadian geese, three snow geese, some meadowlarks, more turkeys, a hawk or eagle as big as a wheelie bin and, of course, a bunch of prairie dogs. There are zillions of bugs here and they are very discourteous because they keep landing on me, going up my nose and infesting the interior of our truck.
Last night it rained an inch but, thankfully, all the water stayed outside the trailer while we cozied up inside. The rain seems to have killed many, but by no means all, of the bugs.
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Today we were quite sluggish. We drove into nearby Norton, KS, and bought some Jack Daniels and some diesel but, other than that, we accomplished nothing. Prairie Dog State Park, where we are currently camped, is a big Jose and we took a spin in the park. We stopped by to see the prairie dogs.
It is a bit strange that the park is called Prairie Dog. There were originally no prairie dogs around this part of the world. Since the park is named after these animals, the humans imported 300 of the critters and attempted to establish a colony. They all croaked. Strangely, some time after the demise of the imported rodents some regular prairie dogs moved in. Maybe it was to make the bureaucrats who named the park look less foolish.

Today was another travel day so we got back onto US-36 again and turned west. We have been on US-36 from east of St. Jo, MO, and have now covered about 400 miles along this route. It has been a great road through northern Kansas with great scenery and exceptional paving. During our trip today, we encountered one of the reasons the paving is so good; the state runs a paving operation that uses massive propane burners to heat up the road paving, a planer scalps off the top of the paving, some asphalt oil is added, a paving machine then picks up the recycled material and spreads it where the paving was scalped. Right behind the paving machine comes huge rollers and then a guy comes out and paints stripes on the brand-new road surface. Driving along this recycled road is very smooth and we had no trouble maintaining the 65 mile per hour speed limit even though the road is one lane each way.
We noted that they have many weird insects here. There are 2” long creatures that look like worms but run like centipedes. There are flying critters that, although tiny, have long tail things that make a 3/4” bug 3” long. There are dragonflies everywhere and they make huge globs when they hit the radiator and windshield. Windshield wipers are not effective against these glue bugs.
After about 120 miles on US-36, we pulled off at another Kansas state park called Prairie Dog. It is a very nice park with – you guessed it – a big prairie dog colony. They are very cute little pear-shaped critters. There is an adjacent lake, the RV spaces are big, the roads are great and our satellite antenna works great. The satellite antenna requires an unobstructed view to the south and from here in Kansas the next obstruction to the south would be Venezuela.
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