“All at once and at the same time I felt completely present in the moment and irrelevant in the universe. What became obvious was that this is exactly what was missing in our lives. I embraced this irrelevance in the universe as it somehow offered great relevance in our journey. This is where we are supposed to be.”
From Keyhole state park we headed to the Black Hills of South Dakota. This area is rich in history as there were many conflicts between Native Americans and the Military here but none as famous as the battle of Little Big Horn, aka “Custers Last Stand.” The area around Custer South Dakota is a huge tourist destination. There are many RV Parks here as well as Custer State Park which offers camping options with electricity. We found the State Park fees for a campsite offering only electricity to be comparable to a private campground offering full hookups with wifi. Wifi wins almost every time.
We stayed at Custers Gultch which is located in the same meadow where Custers camp of over 900 men were stationed.
Custer was responsible for the largest military expedition to date in order to scout out and acquire territory on behalf of the US government. Custers Gultch campground extended up into a shallow canyon with back-in sites lining both sides and a compacted gravel road threading the middle with a loop at the end.
It is a woodsy area offering great off roading as half of the campers had four wheelers to play on.
This was the coldest night so far.
Elevation is about four thousand feet here and we woke up to frost on top of everything. It warmed up quickly and we soon headed out to visit Crazy Horse memorial and Mount Rushmore.
You can see Crazy Horse memorial from quite a distance as it is massive. It is completely privately funded and will be under development through the foreseeable future. The site will ultimately house a University, Medical center / Medical training facility as well as a Native American Museum and cultural center. There is currently much to see there along with the mountain size sculpture of Crazy Horse. The visitors center offers a history of the Native Americans who shaped this region before any interaction with the military. A brief biography on all of the Native Americans who took part in the battle of Little Big Horn. Many were only fifteen years old at the time of this conflict which completely shaped their lives. Again this endeavor is completely privately funded and the family behind the building of the monument and the entire project for that fact take every opportunity to generate revenue. Of course the offer souvenirs. Our kids donated a a few bucks and picked up a rock generated froim the rubble of the sculpture.
While the Crazy Horse monument and visitors center represents Native Americans it also highlights the story of the man behind the sculpture. A prolific artist named Henry Korczack (Core-shock) was retained by chiefs of the Souix and Cheyenne tribes to honor Native Americans through a sculpture of mountainous proportions. When he accepted their offer his beginnings were modest. He had One hundred seventy eight dollars to his name and a mountain before him. He was the only employee and lived in a tent as there was nothing at the location when he started. He built a series of steps taking him seven hundred and eighty-one feet up the mountain where he began the sculpture. His story is the unique testament to a driven and creative soul. As time went on he married. Together with his wife had ten children, many of which are currently part of this undertaking that will certainly live beyond them as do the spirits of the people it represents. We were so glad we stopped to visit Crazy Horse.
Next it was onward to Mount Rushmore. This has been on our bucket list and it did not let down. While Crazy Horse is a tribute to Native Americans and garners great respect and admiration, Mount Rushmore is a tribute to all Americans showcasing four individuals who helped shape our nation for the greater good of our country and humanity. Based upon their varied backgrounds, it is also a testament to the opportunities available to all people in this country. It shouldn’t surprise anyone that people from across the globe are interested in seeing this monument. Here is a trivia question for you. Who are the people represented on Mount Rushmore? ….Don’t scroll down before you guess.
George Washington, Abraham Lincoln, Thomas Jefferson and Theodore Roosevelt.
No history lesson here only to say that the whole family was truly stoked to be able to visit in person. Before we left we made sandwiches in the coach and sat under the watchful gaze of Lincoln and Washington while we gave thanks to be in the shadows of this marvel.
We headed out in the afternoon towards Badlands National Park where we were going to camp for the night.
We took scenic route 44 which is…. a really boring drive. It takes you through the southern end of the badlands and only about three miles of the Badlands interesting landscape.
Once we turned towards route 90 we came to Badlands National Park Campground.
The campground is barren of any foliage sans a few trees, the restroom and shower buildings. Each camp site has a small wave shaped sunshade offering a bit of shade to the picnic tables.
The campground sits in the shadows of the pass that weaves through the strange and unique landscape.
Parker found the most unique road in the campground.
The weather was perfect and the kids decided it was time to break out the tent. We gave them the task of setting it up as a team challenge and they did a great job. Once it was all set up I added a little flair with the decorative lights since we had electricity at our campsite.
Laurel and our dog opted for the comfort of the coach while the kids and I settled into our cozy tent around ten o’clock. Only a few nearby voices from other campers and prairie dogs howling in the desert were to be heard as together we giggled ourselves to sleep over living out this amazing adventure. The stars were abundant and the temperatures were in the high forties at night and the low eighties in the day. I awoke due to a deflating air mattress. It was about Four AM and I figured I needed some additional padding so I headed into the coach to grab another sleeping bag for added comfort. As I was about to open the door I took pause to view the sky full of stars. The big dipper was so near to the horizon and so big it looked as if I could reach out and touch it. I breathed the universe in as at that moment it was all mine and I knew that everything we had done to get to this point was worth it. All at once and at the same time I felt completely present in the moment and irrelevant in the universe. What became obvious was that this is exactly what was missing in our lives. I embraced this irrelevance in the universe as it somehow offered great relevance in our journey. This is where we are supposed to be.
Back in the tent I readied my bed, snugged into my bag with my three kids near and fell back asleep only to be awoken a couple hours later by the prairie dogs celebrating the end to their night with a chorus of howls and barks. This was indeed the Badlands.
An early morning we headed out to the 90 to continue through South Dakota towards Iowa. I had seen on our map something close by that indicated Delta-1 Minuteman Missile Control and had to check it out. We came upon a newly completed building which was architecturally modern utilizing a material mix of patina steel, Natural Stone and painted steel.
It had recently opened to the public as the majority of informational displays inside were simple large format print outs that were taped to the wall with blue tape. What we found out was that within fifteen miles of that spot there were at one time ten nuclear missiles manned by a launch team at the ready twenty four seven. Missiles programmed to strike strategic targets in Russia. This was only a small missile field as there were more dotted across the northern South Dakota Landscape as well as others in Wyoming and Montana. The launch team consisted of eight personnel in a non-descript building above ground and two missileers bunkered thirty-one feet below ground in an insulated bomb resistant capsule. The missileers worked in twenty four hour shifts that were plagued with hours of boredom highlighted with moments of intensity. We received our own private tour of the facility from a very informative ranger. We stepped back in time entering the facility as the décor is minimalist government seventies with the musty smell to go along with it.
Once we had toured the top side facility we loaded into a freight elevator just large enough for the six of us and traveled down thirty-one feet below to the missile control center. It was surreal to be in the place that could have literally reshaped our world with the turn of two keys.
Any launch required two missileers with their own keys in addition to a key in Washington and a key from a surveillance plane. The keys counted as votes. The two keys in Delta-1 counted as one vote. Three votes were required to launch. Of course there were overrides in place where Washington could act as all three votes. The missiles surrounding the Delta–1 command could reach their targets in Russia in less than thirty minutes.
There were many near launches in the cold war that were averted by clear thinking individuals.
Western South Dakota is loaded with interesting places to visit and Im sure there is much more to see. But we were heading east through the corn fields as our next stop was the Winnebago factory in Forest City, Iowa where our coach was manufactured.